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What was I thinking when I wasn’t thinking?

Beeeng! Beeeeng! Beeeeeng!!!

“The gate is ajar! The gate is ajar!”

“Doesn’t matter, mom, just keep driving. Nothing is going to fly out. Eric’s dad is picking me up in two minutes,  and I still have to find my sliding pants.”

I won’t say it outloud, but I surely will think it. This hurry up and go faster energy — driving with the back gate ajar while groceries flop everywhere, is how life used to feel. And I don’t like it — no wonder it made my daughter nuts.

Did I really used to sound like my son sounds, now? “Hurry up kids! Get in the car. Don’t worry about it, just throw it in, and buckle up. No we can’t do a drive thru! We’ve got to get there in two minutes!”

Where ——— is there? That’s the Neil Diamond question of the hour. (Anyone remember his song, “I am I said — to no one there?”)

“Just pull in front of the house, mom. Hurry up! You go to the laundry room while I look in my room……”

Before I reach the den, a blood curdling scream spirals up the hallway The kind of yell that tells a parent there is a big ugly spider in the middle of their child’s floor. I run to his room with a wad of paper towels.

“Get the cooler, mom! The red one by the freezer. Put ice in it. Then some water. I need you to hurry. Find a rag. Something I can throw over my neck. You’ve got one minute.”

Deeeeng! Donnnng!

“They’re here! They’re here! I love you. I’ve gotta go. See you later.” He winks, he hugs, he waves good bye.

I plotz into my chair by the window. I am totally winded. Then, I catch my breath. I grab my laptop. I am sooooooo telling my blog buddies about this one… just in case somebody out there, still has a chance not to teach this silly treadmill game to their kids. Whew! I am telling you, when it comes back around, it is not fun anymore!

Today’s Life Recipe: Beeeng! Beeeng! Beeeng!