Broken Up, Cracking Up
Parent’s and grandparents’ droning, droning, droning, on and on, about their children’s/grandchildren’s every habit, look, interest, action, word. . . . It’s right up there with the dreaded Christmas letter from “friends.”
Dearest One of my Piles and Piles of Friends:
Once again I'm happy to report that we are all blissful, nothing has gone or can go wrong, we're all extremely sane and rich, and all my children have been inducted into Phi Beta Kappa.
The merriest of Christmases, love to all, and so sad about your lives.
Your close friend (remember, we met in South Dakota).
So, indulge me.
A couple of weeks ago I found myself completely incapacitated from a serious flare-up from a chronic back condition, which includes bulging disks. At first I lay in the bed crying, not so much from pain as from fear.
Becoming incapacitated and unable to tend to our four-year-old granddaughter Joanna Leigh is plainly one of my worst nightmares.
I called Martha, boo-hoo-hoo-ing. “Martha,” I cried, “what am I going to do????” Sob. “I know you don’t want to do this, but I have to get some help. Will you please come over?” Sob.
Martha has been helping me keep house, paint cabinets, steam clean rugs, trim shrubs, you name it, for a decade. She has been in Joanna Leigh’s life since the beginning, and Joanna Leigh loves her second only to Teddy.
On one of the days as I lay hurting, Joanna Leigh got some money off the table next to my bed. She pointed her finger at me and said, “Mama Jo, you need to share your money.”
I said, “Honey, it’s really Martha’s money. You need to go tell Martha that SHE needs to share her money.”
She turned on her heels. “Harumph.”
Suddenly, from the other side of the house I heard Martha laughing so hard, she was hollering. It got louder.
I called to her; she came into my room to tell me what was so funny.
“You won’t believe what this child has told me now. She came to tell me that I needed to share my money. I told her I can’t share my money. I patted my pockets and told her, ‘I’m broke!’ She looked at me, pointed her finger, and said. . . .”
She burst out laughing again.
“She said, ‘You are NOT broke. You are stuck together and you need to share your money’.”
The Pink Car Driver Performance
Some readers may remember the Christmas Confessional post, confessing that my husband and I totally caved on the Pink Car for Christmas.
Getting this video last weekend made it all ok.