NavyMomx2
05-25-2007, 07:29 PM
I'm home alone today (this never happens), baking cookies and getting ready for the arrival of my granddaughter Grace, who is in town from Washington and spending the night with Grandma and the doorbell rings. I'm thinking who in the world could be at the door? No one is usually home at this time of day, am I expecting anyone that I forgot? It's too early for Grace to be here, but I thought, hmmm maybe they got here earlier than they planned and maybe there is a nice suprise waiting for me at the door. So, I rush to answer the door and yes, there was a suprise at the door - it was the FedEx man with 'the box.'
Not the suprise I was really looking for, nor really expecting, well at least not today. So I bring the box in and thank the FedEx man although silently I'm thinking, why today, why now, is it too early to get 'the box', is this normal? This man has no idea the termoil he has just caused.
So, the box and I go in the house, together, alone. I place it on the kitchen table and walk away. The box isn't going to haunt me today, I won't let it. The advice Kristie gave me of letting the box sit and waiting until someone is home is playing in my head. Someone else said welcome to the rollercoaster, hang on tight, it'll be over before you know it. All good advise, I'm glad they've given me their words of wisdom.
I walk away and head back into the kitchen, I must tend to the cookies in the oven. Take out a batch, put another one in, check to see if the box is still on the table, looking at me....it is.
I head in to the laundry room to do another load of laundry - I'm ignoring it as planned - but I find that I don't have enough colors for another load (this never happens either), so I thought okay no problem, I can wait until the rest of the crew comes home and gives me the gift of more than enough colors for many loads of laundry. Then the evil voice in my head says, "there's probably dirty clothes in that box on the table, why don't you open it." Hmmm....I walk back into the dinning room and sure enough, there is is, standing tall and proud on the table. Daring me to open it - come see what's inside....
Okay, it's gonna haunt me even if I don't want it to and it will drive me crazy all day so, I rush back into the kitchen and grab a knife - I couldn't get it opened fast enough. I look inside...and thought to myself, who packed this? Did the kid actually stand inside the box and undress? Then when I pulled out the clothes (which were dirty and stinky), inside were his shoes (OMG, I'd forgotten how huge his feet are) a black sharpie, a nickle and his cell phone. What strange contents! I picked up the box, took it to the laundry room, put the dirty clothes in the wash, folded the flaps back into the box with the remaining contents and simply put it out into the garage to deal with it at a later date. Just doing laundry like any other day - no big deal.
So, 'the box' didn't win and I got through that one okay. I wrote my son a letter this morning and got it out in the mail and I'm feeling much better....for now.
Beckie
NavyMomX2
Not the suprise I was really looking for, nor really expecting, well at least not today. So I bring the box in and thank the FedEx man although silently I'm thinking, why today, why now, is it too early to get 'the box', is this normal? This man has no idea the termoil he has just caused.
So, the box and I go in the house, together, alone. I place it on the kitchen table and walk away. The box isn't going to haunt me today, I won't let it. The advice Kristie gave me of letting the box sit and waiting until someone is home is playing in my head. Someone else said welcome to the rollercoaster, hang on tight, it'll be over before you know it. All good advise, I'm glad they've given me their words of wisdom.
I walk away and head back into the kitchen, I must tend to the cookies in the oven. Take out a batch, put another one in, check to see if the box is still on the table, looking at me....it is.
I head in to the laundry room to do another load of laundry - I'm ignoring it as planned - but I find that I don't have enough colors for another load (this never happens either), so I thought okay no problem, I can wait until the rest of the crew comes home and gives me the gift of more than enough colors for many loads of laundry. Then the evil voice in my head says, "there's probably dirty clothes in that box on the table, why don't you open it." Hmmm....I walk back into the dinning room and sure enough, there is is, standing tall and proud on the table. Daring me to open it - come see what's inside....
Okay, it's gonna haunt me even if I don't want it to and it will drive me crazy all day so, I rush back into the kitchen and grab a knife - I couldn't get it opened fast enough. I look inside...and thought to myself, who packed this? Did the kid actually stand inside the box and undress? Then when I pulled out the clothes (which were dirty and stinky), inside were his shoes (OMG, I'd forgotten how huge his feet are) a black sharpie, a nickle and his cell phone. What strange contents! I picked up the box, took it to the laundry room, put the dirty clothes in the wash, folded the flaps back into the box with the remaining contents and simply put it out into the garage to deal with it at a later date. Just doing laundry like any other day - no big deal.
So, 'the box' didn't win and I got through that one okay. I wrote my son a letter this morning and got it out in the mail and I'm feeling much better....for now.
Beckie
NavyMomX2