Slings, Arrows, and Rocks

For some reason, the adults around here have been feeling worn out.  Perhaps it’s because we are well into the full-scale taxi service we run for our children during the school year.  Perhaps it’s the duties of our volunteer posts which are wearing on us. It must be partly due to being in the sandwich generation.  In short, it’s probably just the dodging of the usual slings and arrows of outrageous fortune that is making us exhausted.

On a recent evening, my husband said, “Was anybody else tired today?”

I said, “Yeah.  I was really tired today.”

Youngest Daughter said, “That’s because you didn’t go to bed when I told you to.”

OMG, LOL!  Talk about yer role reversal!

Then last Tuesday, as I was driving Youngest Daughter to Hebrew School, I was musing about how I should have asked my son to drive her instead of me, because why is his homework time more important than my time to putz around reading blogs, and cooking dinner, and such.    

YD broke the silence by asking, “Mommy, if the rocks in the yard came alive and started attacking you, what would you do?”

At least it wasn’t the ‘how are babies made’ question, which I have also been asked while driving.   I said, “I would quickly add that question to the list of impossible questions my daughter asks me.”

YD:  “Mommy.  Really.  What would you do?”

Me:  “I would find our neighbor Mr. S and get him to shoot the rocks.  Because he has a gun.”

YD:  “I don't think that would stop the rocks.  The bullets would just go ‘ping.’”

Me:  “Well, I would ping the rocks.  I think that would stop them.  What would you do if rocks were attacking you?”

YD:  “I would scream and run away.”

Me:  “Well, I wouldn’t do that, because I know that I could never outrun a rock.”

As usual, my answer was not up to YD’s high expectations.

Here’s hoping we all can sleep like a rock tonight, if not outrun them.