Took a quick break to phone home today. The boys and my husband are home for Spring Break – no bikini beach getaways, just a Dad and his boys, the oldest on the Autism Spectrum, at home for the week…..with nothing especially pressing to do (obviously).
(ring, ring, ring, ring, ring…..) “Whew, HELLO????, (slurp, burp, breathe deep, exhale)..
“Honey? What in the world are you doing?”
“It’s a BIG match!” “Playing Kinnect golf”, “Just hit an EAGLE babe!”…
“Oh, yeah! I’m doing a full on celebration dance!, got my butt wiggling, the younger son is getting physically ill and the dogs ran upstairs!” “I’m a winner, I’m a winner, I’m THE winner, winner CHICKENNNNNNN Dinner!” (Can’t be pretty)
“Hey Hon, glad you called – can you pick up some toilet paper on your way home from work? Oh, and I should have a cold beer as an award for my EAAAAAGLE!….” (Seriously, and I’ve been working all day?)
Younger son in background:
“Ice cream, vanilla with chocolate Magic Shell, please!”
Older son in background:
“Pizza! and Diet Coke for me!”
“You should have SEEEENNNNN my shot!”
Younger son still in background:
“Don’t ignore me.” “Don’t ignore my request, Mom!”
“Hey, you always forget me!” “What about mine?!?”
I start making the list.
Husband back from celebrating and out of breath:
“Did you get it all?”
Needed to check reception, took the receiver and bashed in on my desktop at work, one, two, three times – just to be sure. I startled everyone in the entire credit union. And now that I had my husbands full attention:
“Seriously?” “After working all day?”
“I can’t go, it’s nearly a 3 way tie, your oldest shot over 300 yards on his drive and the youngest has your smack talk gene”….”gotta go”……
On my way home from work I stopped at the grocery store. Picked up all the items on the list and returned home. The boys will remain out of psychotherapy for having their snack needs abandoned. And I? I was rewarded with a hot dinner, ready on the table, with three happy men at my sides. I heard about every shot, slice, divot, swear word, and who smelled the worst with sweat.
“Everyone in the shower!” I announced……
Tonight, before bed, I wrote out tomorrows “Honey Do” lists. Punishment? Maybe. But not really, only adding laundry, grocery shopping, cleaning and of course, a little Kinnect golf. Why not?
Battle on boys, battle on! ~ Wendy Frye
“I realized my family was funny, because nobody ever wanted to leave our house.”