“No worries!” the turnaround took place without any incident. I ran for the kitchen door again and… I suppose at this point I should explain our tile entry way. The entry way is lovely white, shiny, slick tile. It is 26 feet long extending from the office door to the kitchen.
Yesterday afternoon was a typical “Crazy Mom” experience with my son Brian. I was in the office on the computer and NY was running an errand. When I heard the kitchen/garage door handle rattling I thought it was NY trying to get in with his hands full so I jumped up and ran. I was only a few steps out the office door when I decided to turn around and shut the music off I had been listening to.
Our entry way with it’s lovely white, shiny, slick tile
I was only about 6 feet from the office when I realized a man was standing 3/4 of the way to the kitchen. I startle easily. Very easily. I let out a scream and even though I now realized it was Brian, I was desperately trying to stop the momentum of my flailing body that was skidding forward completely out of my control. Brian was laughing hysterically as I slid to the bottom of the staircase and sat down. “You scared me!” was all I could produce. “You saw me the first time you ran out.” Brian replied. “If I had known you didn’t see me then, I would have roared like a bear and jumped at you!” And he would have too. It’s little incidents like this that have helped me decide neither Brian or Todd will be allowed to speak at my funeral. I better throw Mindi in too. I would after all like to go down into my grave with “dignity”.