Warning: Blogging can be detrimental to your health.
As I fiddled away on the keyboards early this morning, my kids, were upstairs playing. I planned a short stint on the keyboard. My to do list consisted of checking my email, responding to commenters and drafting a post for the day. My brother in the Philippines appeared online and I decided to say hi. That hi and hello ended up in an hour of chit-chat. The thud and boom of the upstairs floor signaled that my kids were jumping and playing nice together. I checked on them every so often and went back down in the basement to type. The whooping and hollering was nothing new, I was confident that they were okay and they’re old enough to tell me that they were in need of kisses if boo boos arise.
The baby was sleeping throughout the commotion. She adjusted quickly to the morning chaos. The rule was no hitting, no biting, nor whining and we would be all set to tackle the day. I heard the storm from my kids taper off and my ears stood up wondering what they were up to. I headed for the stairs and crept slowly. I wanted to see what was going on without disturbing their peace. I was like Sherlock Holmes hiding behind one of the walls peeking at the scene of unusual quietness. My son sat on the couch and looked at the recliner. He leaned on his arm and just stared at my husband’s favorite chair. My daughter fiddled with the handle that made the chair go up and down. She held that handle and struggled to bring it down. I heard her say in her tiny voice, “Uh-oh!” Now, that piqued my interest. What was on that chair that solicited the strong uh-oh from my usually nonchalant daughter?
When I appeared from behind the wall, they both looked at me with trepidation. My son closed his mouth and my daughter pointed at the recliner. “Oh no!” I thought. This was my husband’s favorite chair. I hoped there was nothing to worry about but spilled juice or something reversible like poop on the seat, but there it was, the chair stayed propped up. I jiggled the handle a couple of times but the chair was still on its elevated position. I sat and put my weight on it but it did not budge. I guess we’d sitting err lying on that chair from now on.
Nothing is sacred in this house.
Whoso keepeth the law is a wise son: but he that is a companion of riotous men shameth his father.
Proverbs 28:7
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