Thursday, November 11, 2010
Welcome to Crazy
Lately I been thinking that enjoying life means celebrating the crazy. This is not a new concept for me. It's a big chunk of the reason I started blogging in the first place (597 posts of crazy, by the way!)
And boy, do we have plenty of it. Crazy, that is. Yesterday I started a list of the most current crazy. I was gonna hit ya all with the list, bullet form, and then I thought waaaiit a second. I need to spread this stuff out...people can only take so much at a time.
Let's start with Halloween...
Halloween fell on a Sunday this year, and tiny-town chose to trick or treat that evening. We have church at night, so we knew we'd be able to hand out candy for an hour and then we'd head the 27 steps over to church. In order for kids to come to our home to trick or treat, I put the boys on pooper scooper duty. Armed with the new scooper, gloves, and a plastic bag and bin they were ready to pick up poo. I supervised out the window for awhile and they seemed to be doing a good enough job.
I went back to my business of eating all the kit kats before trick or treaters came.
Later on, Ben went outside to see if they'd got it all. They'd missed some. They'd missed a lot, actually...mostly the old hard ones. Gross, I know. But Life in the Parsonage involves dog poop. Anyways, Ben and I looked at each other sort of dumb-founded. Because, really...wouldn't you pick those first because they're kinda easy to get....rather than the new, slimy fresh piles?!?
Not our kids.
Oh, it gets better.
Turns out, after they'd picked up all the "fresh" piles and put them into the cheap garbage bag I'd given them, they headed through the parking lot of the church on their way to the garage bin.
Of course they did.
That route is completely unnecessary by the way.
The poor cheap garbage bag never stood a chance as the boy swung it back and forth over the gravel parking lot of the church, where our lovely church family would be coming shortly to park and innocently walk through in order to get to their place of worship.
I blame myself really. Who in their right mind stops supervising three boys while they're messing with dog poo?
That would be me.
Some people never learn. *wink*