I am the semi-neurotic mother of three kids, ages 18, 8 and 5. My oldest is off to college and my youngest just started school. I’ve been the single mom, divorced mom, married mom, young mom, old mom, career mom, and attends school-at-night mom. I’ve worked in the IT world for almost two decades, but still shy from programming cell phones. I have no free time, but when I do…I write or read or plan our next vacation or holler at whomever to give me some PEACE AND QUIET.
Gretel and Gretel
The other evening we’d finally duct-taped both girls into their beds and padlocked their door. We thought it’d be safe to watch a movie that wasn’t produced/funded/directed by Mickey Mouse, Inc. Since I hadn’t heard a ‘thunk’ or a ‘MOMMMMAAAAAA’ in at least 15 minutes I thought the coast was clear for making some adult-only popcorn.
I drizzled a pound of butter on top and ventured to the living room with drinks and napkins.
Ahhhhhhh, this is living.
During the previews my mom-sonar picked up some small noises on the stairs. We muted the DVD, listened for a bit, but heard nothing. We proceeded to watch, eat and drink. (ahhhhhh)
About 15 minutes later my husband goes into the kitchen for a refill and notices a line of coins on the floor leading from the kitchen to the living room.
“Honey!??! Did you drop some money on the floor?”
He knows full well I never have a dime to my name.
“No, what are you talking about?”
The movie is paused once again.
I join him and we both follow a line of coins from the living room to the stairs.
On the stairs there’s a note:
