Sometimes my life can remind me of a bad horror movie. You know what I mean. The hero spends the entire movie running from the zombies or the crazed murderer. Just when you think the hero has made it to safety . . . disaster strikes and the murderer is back!
Worse yet, one movie isn't enough. The same zombie or murderer never goes away. He comes back over and over and over again in one sequel followed by another. I used to wonder what movie directors were thinking. This isn't life! But wait . . . it is. And I have proof!
His name is Yahooty. He has been around for generations. He lived in our house when I was a kid. He lived in our house when my gang was little. And he has come back with a vengeance in the homes of my children. (To be quite honest, they sort of deserve to have him.)
You know Yahooty. Grape juice gets spilled on your carpet, to hide the stain, a match is lighted and the stain is blackened by the match. (I know there is logic in that action in their devious little minds, but I haven't been able to figure it out.) When you ask who did this, miraculously they all look at you with wide-eyed innocence. It wasn't me. It wasn't me either. Well, then; exactly how did this happen. The answer is simple. Yahooty did it.
As parents, we are under the delusion that our beautiful innocent babies will gladly admit their guilt and accountability. The one time I asked who put the cat in the toolbox, I actually expected that it was Yahooty. It is one of the rare times "Calvin" actually admitted his guilt. He couldn't explain why, other than "I just wanted to see if he would fit."
There are a litany of questions like this that any parent could ask. Who spilled nailpolish all over my couch? Not me, says the small child whose hands and face are covered in nailpolish. Who got into the treats in the pantry? Not me, says your beautiful child who looks like she is enjoying a facial masque made out of chocolate. And now, my adorable grandchildren are being haunted by Yahooty. In "Mini Me's"s family, he is known as the Potato People (but that is another story).
"Mommy" got the full experience recently. Their family has two rabbits. (After what we went through with "Mommy" and her line of rabbits, I cannot believe she has let the girls have them! And again, that's another story.) Unfortunately, they have a boy rabbit and a girl rabbit. The idea is that they are in separate cages and the hope is that never the twain shall meet. It is so sweet that my daughter is that innocent and naive at the ripe age of 37. It is not unusual, apparently for one rabbit to get out. Also apparently, this rabbit is a mastermind at picking locks and should be part of a gang of robbers. I guess there have been several times that "Mommy" has gone downstairs to the rabbit winter home to find one cage open. This last time however, he was in with the girl rabbit and he even managed to lock himself in! Sweet girl that she is, "Mommy" decided to ask who put him in the cage with the girl bunny. Do I really need to tell you who did it?
Well, raising children is always a challenge. It is rewarding, but still a challenge without Yahooty. With Yahooty, just make sure you make time to pray for guidance from God every single day! May you have a blessed, Yahooty-free week!
Wife, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Nurse, Grandmother, Friend...that's me in a nutshell!