Life in Specific

Life in Specific

For Lynn, I love it that you ‘get me’.

At the end of a long day

you're sitting on the deck with a nice chilled beer in your hand and the sun on your face……

Of course, you're there because you're waiting for the dogs to pee so you can bring them back in before they destroy your brand new plant for the third time.

And the beer is a root beer because you're not done shuffling kids around yet and you have an evening work meeting in 2 hours.

And anyway, the chair is pinching you because it's plastic and the arm is broken and you haven't had spring clean up yet really.

And this is when you hear a full blown argument erupt in the kitchen over whether or not there is a natural occurring biological substance that can cross the blood brain barrier. So while you're solving that issue using Google, you discover that your wifi is down and while your tech son goes to fix it, and you try to put your children where they need to be to do their homework effectively,

the dogs dig up your new plant.

The answer by the way is yes. It is frankincense.

Which could in a roundabout way explain why Jesus never cried. The Frankincense was making the calming aromatics around him, and the pheromones of a mother's love for her baby, flood his brain with peace.

And you congratulate yourself in sounding like an educated adult, even if it was only in your head. Especially since baby Jesus must have cried.

Except now your youngest child is eating cupcakes and fruit loops before a three hour gymnastics practice.

Your teenage son is in the front porch with headphones on hopefully looking up Latin terms on his phone, but probably watching you tube.

And your 16 year old is in the kitchen making the dinner you know damn well you should be making yourself.

There's nothing general about it. It's the same every day.

Of course, you wouldn't wish them away for anything.