When I was younger, my sister and I had certain household chores. Not always, but most of the time, we kind of banded together with my mother to keep on top of things such as washing dishes, sweeping floors and cleaning bathrooms. My dad was and still is the cook of the family — taking everything he makes seriously, even if it’s beans and cornbread.
For the past 42 days, my husband, myself, my grandgirl and her mom have been residing in a hotel. Now, up until this point, the thought of going to a hotel to relax, get away from the home phone and just have peace was always welcomed by me. That is until I had no other choice.
I often sit back and wonder when tragedy befalls me; would I react the same way if I knew? I believe that I and others would try very hard to change the course of negative and hurtful things in our lives if we had a warning.
What would you pay if you could go to the store and purchase a bottle of time? What would you do with it and how much more would you value time? If time in a bottle was $5 per minute, how would that change your day?
Nobody say it too loudly, but I think we might have turned a corner with my daughter.
I mean, she still can throw down with the best and toughest of them and will let us know when she’s not happy we don’t allow her to do something she’s convinced she’s perfectly capable of doing by herself. Like jump off the dining room table.
Although, really, she has a perfect landing, so I probably should encourage more jumping off furniture. And cars. And trees. And whatever else is high and guaranteed to cause heart palpitations.