When my parents were here over the holidays, I found myself retelling a story from my youth of how my mother forgot me at soccer practice, so\u00a0I had to hoof it to the town library, beg a quarter off the librarian and call home for\u00a0someone to\u00a0come get me.<\/p>\n
Then my mom chimed in with how, one time, the entire family was ready to sit down to dinner, all except for my brother who was a no-show.\u00a0 Mom reminisced that she grew increasingly frustrated with bro (why would\u00a0he\u00a0miss dinner?)\u00a0when she suddenly remembered she had forgotten to pick HIM up from wherever he was!<\/p>\n
[By the way, Mom & Dad \u2013 that was a fun visit.\u00a0 That part about all the cold and snow was a bit of a drag but everyone balancing swords on their heads New Year\u2019s Eve was HI-larious!\u00a0 And for the rest of you reading this, no, I\u2019m not joking about the swords.\u00a0 There was even some belly-dancing.\u00a0 The Class Historian has already submitted proof pictures to the yearbook.]<\/p>\n
Since that wack walk down memory lane, Sissy can\u2019t get the concept of a mother forgetting her child out of her head.\u00a0 You could say she is horrified by<\/span> fascinated with the idea.\u00a0 So much so that she\u2019s begun having dreams about it.\u00a0 She told me this morning how, in her dream last night, I dropped her off at Amanda\u2019s Pet Barn.\u00a0 When\u00a0I didn\u2019t come back for her,\u00a0she called her father to come get her.\u00a0 But he said he\u2019d be at work for TWO MORE HOURS!\u00a0 No worries, Sissy confided to me, that was ok because there were bunnies at Amanda\u2019s Pet Barn.<\/p>\n Ooooh ho ho, Sweetie!\u00a0 That\u2019s SO clearly a dream.\u00a0 Because in real life?\u00a0 When you\u2019re trying to reach someone to come pick you up??\u00a0 It\u2019s cold and dark and you have no money and cell phones haven\u2019t been invented.\u00a0 Also?\u00a0 There are NO bunnies.\u00a0 Never bunnies.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" When my parents were here over the holidays, I found myself retelling a story from my youth of how my mother forgot me at soccer practice, so\u00a0I had to hoof it to the town library, beg a quarter off the librarian and call home for\u00a0someone to\u00a0come get me. Then my mom chimed in with how, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4111"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4111"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4111\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4117,"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4111\/revisions\/4117"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4111"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4111"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4111"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}