Overheard in my Car Pt. VIII

VM: Do you need any ketchup Dad?
Me: I’m eating chicken. You don’t put ketchup on chicken. Gross!
TR: I do.
Me: Unless you’re Mom.
CC: Yeah. Mom thinks ketchup is an entrée.
Me: Ew.
TR: Yeah. I used to eat ketchup packets for lunch when I was in high school.
Me: Oh, gross!

Overheard in my Car Pt. VII

TR: So, how was your first date?
CC: Mom. I told you. It wasn’t a date. We’re just friends.
Me: Uh huh. Sure.
CC: Daaaad.
TR: Uh huh.
CC: Here, Mom.
TR: What’s this?
CC: The ten bucks you gave me to pay for the movie.
TR: Oh? Did he pay?
CC: Yeah.
TR & Me: It was a date.

Overheard in my Bedroom

Me: [BANGBANGBANGBANG!!!!] CC! Get out of my bathroom right now!!
CC: But, Dad… I really have to go, and TC’s in our bathroom!
Me: I’m late for work, and I have to get in there and get ready! Get out! Now!!
TR: … you blink and…
Me: … but I’m late to wor-
TR: … you blink and…!
Me: [sigh]… CC? Sweetie? I’m sorry. Take as long as you need…

Be careful of the words you blog, for tomorrow, you may have to live by them…

Signs of Life

Overheard in my House

“Daaaaaaaaaad! She won’t get out of my room!”
“It’s my room tooooo!!!”

…

“I need some toilet paper! I need some toilet paper! I need some toilet paper!!”
“Why didn’t you think of that before you sat down!?”

…

“Ack! What did I just step in? EEeeeew! One of the cats threw up on the floor!”

…

“Bark! Bark! Bark!”
“Shut up! Stupid dog! It’s 2:00 in the morning!”

…

“Dad. I need some help with my homework.”
“Okay. What do you need?”
“I have to write a two page paper on chapters 4 and 5 of The Great Gatsby.”
“When is it due?”
“Tomorrow.”
“It’s 10:30 at night, and you’re just bringing this to me now?!”

…

“MMmmoooooommm! She hit me!”
“I did not!”
“Yes you did!”
“Well, you bumped into me!”
“It was an accident!”
“No it wasn’t!”
“Mooooooommmmm!!”

…

“Daddy? Will you read to me?”
“Sure, Binky. Go get our book.”
…

I’m sorry to be so sentimental this early in the morning. I know you probably don’t come here to get all teary-eyed. I just woke up this morning in a mood and felt the need to share it. I’ll probably think better of it, once I’ve had my coffee… I realize that most of the above is probably enough to drive a sane man crazy, especially when you consider that these are only a tiny fraction of the things that go on in our home on a daily basis. But I was thinking this morning about how much I’m going to miss all of this craziness when it’s gone. I guess as you get older you start to realize how temporary everything is. You blink and your children are born, you blink and they’re teenagers, you blink again and they’re moving out (well, I haven’t blinked that much yet, but it’s coming). I think that sometimes we neglect to count our blessings, sometimes we take our blessings for granted, and sometimes we don’t even realize we had any blessings until they’re no longer there. I’d like to be someone that recognizes his blessings… even when they sound like:

[CRASH!!!]
“I’m not hurt!”
“Good… what broke?”

There. That’s enough glurge for one day…