I was downstairs in my bedroom, getting dressed for an evening out with the gals, when I heard a thud, a scream, and after some commotion. Zack was hollering for mom, and searching the house over for me, the proverbial mediator.
That's when the idea hit - " jump into the closet! maybe he won't find me, and I would really prefer not to be found at the moment. I just escaped the mayhem and I want my peace!"
(you know, that piece of peace I am always saying we are not entitled to? - I thought I'd try to get it anyway.)
Did it work?
For a few short-lived moments, I thought so.
But then, just when he had looked in the last obvious place, he walked all the way into the bedroom and took a confused pause. That soon turned to disbelief when he turned around, faced the closet and spied his mother standing in there holding her pants over her arm.
That's when I busted out laughing!
"I do NOT want to hear any tattling right now son!" I twinkled mischievously "I would rather not be found for that sort of thing."
We both had a good laugh, and I commenced dressing. I did feel a little silly, and I wasn't successful in staying hidden, in fact I definitely could have done a better job with that.
However, it was worth the laugh we shared; I didn't have to hear the sad sad tale of life's wrongs; and I was reminded how good it is for mom to spring the unexpected once in a while!
I'll be sure to try that one again:-)
3 years ago