I know, I know another blog by a boring mother, teacher and whiny lady getting older,...
As I approach that big bag looming over my head like a diaper filled with do do,... 40th birthday. I decided to do something for myself. For years now I have heard "you should write a book or your life is like a book." Well why not write about it,... so thats my goal to share the wild and craziness that is my life,... like the discussion I had with my 5 year old on the way to school the other day....
"Mommy, how many hot dogs does God eat," she asked.
"Ummm, I don't know as many as he wants," I relplied.
"No not God, the other guy."
"Crap!" thank goodness that was my thought and not my real reply, as the wheels started turning,... no not a discussion about the devil,... I am late to work, already stressed,... and gonna meet him someday anyway.
"What other guy, sweetie," I pulled it together to ask.
"You know the guy who just went to heaven," she said. As I am wracking my brain, what guy went to heaven,... ummm would she mix up with God,... who died recently that she would want to talk about,... why is she bringing this up now? Why hot dogs? Then it hit me,... Uncle Ducky,... when she was 3 her grandparents lived with us and Uncle Ducky would call everyday to talk to his sister, AKA Nana. He was depressed, and not eating well, so Nana would put her on the phone to say "no more hot dogs Ducky."
"You mean uncle Ducky, sweetie. He can eat as many hot dogs as he wants in heaven." Yeah easy fix right?!? not in my world,... hold your breathe,... its gonna come the next question,...
Excitedly she replied, "As many as he wants!!!! Wow!!! How does he pay for them all?"
Nope not getting in to the economics of heaven,... not today,... thank God we pulled into the school or I would have been in one twisted pickle.
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