Tonight I was doing homework when the 8 year old red head came to me and said words no child should have to utter: "Mom, I put your pipe & alcohol in the bathroom cupboard for you."
The hubby man stared between the two of us in one of the rare moments where he's speechless. I could read his mind, "What in the world is my dear, sweet, beautiful, innocent wife doing while I'm at work?" ('Cause I know those are the exact words that go through his mind when he's thinking of me.)
I was thinking two things. How do I respond? And is there a peeping tom outside the windows listening? 'Cause that sounds bad. Really bad.
Images of children being left to their own defenses while Mom is passed out on the dirty kitchen floor with mice running in & out of the cupboards eating their last crumbs ran through my head. Images of a life that my children most certainly do not live.
Then the darling little spit fire clarified, "You know, the pipe you put in your pee hole & the alcohol swabs."
Ah...catheter. We had a talk on proper wording. And not going to school and announcing, "I put my Mom's pipe & alcohol away for her."
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