Time on My Hands
Then Brooke at Playing Grownup posted a wonderful reminder of why I have so much reason to be happy this Christmas. I wanted to cheer when I read it, but afterward, couldn’t get the phrase, “Epic Fail” out of my head. My son and his friends say it all the time. I even heard my Grandmommy say it with her hint of a Mississppi accent (she was reading one of my sons cartoons, but still…talk about surreal) When did this become part of the common vernacular? You can see I have some time on my hands today to sort through life’s deep-seated mysteries, so I googled it and read through some very sincere, if strangely opinionated, answers. I don’t know, I’m going with the Dungeons and Dragons rationale. It makes it more fun to hear that way.
Just before logging off, I read a post by Jane, of C Jane Enjoy It, on finally getting to have all that sweet, snuggly fun of staying home and playing with kids. It was sweet but, in a semi-related way, reminded me of the day my son watched Scooby Doo with me for my benefit. He didn’t want to hurt my feelings, but the mysteries weren’t doing it for him like they used to. I smiled, ruffled his hair, then turned my head away and bit my fist in agony. Why!?
You know what? I’m about to have two weeks with those not- so- grown kids all to myself, and along with Mansfield Park and Tron, we are watching some old cheesy kid show , playing board games (even never-ending Mousetrap,) and having an evening of Blind Man’s Bluff– so there, maturity!
