Laughter gives us distance. It allows us to step back from an event, deal with it and then move on.
I could not be more thankful for laughter. Thursday was a wallop of a day. If I couldn't have laughed at the absurdity of it all, I never would have been able to deal with each turn of events. (Read yesterday's post if you want to see what happened.) This week's list will be all about the other things which gave me a chuckle or a giggle or a full-on guffaw this week.
As I was leaving for my night of volleyball in my church league, Buttercup looked at me and asked, "You're wearing your pajamas to volleyball?" My reply: "Dear girl, when at home they are called pajamas. When I go to volleyball, they are called sweats." I was touched to know she was watching out for me, though, even if it was only because she didn't want me embarrassing her.
Grace's video. I want to be this clever, but I will settle for simply knowing how to make a video.
This conversation in the van with Cuckoo. I had to laugh to prevent myself from crying. And vomiting.
Cuckoo: I can only eat one thing in the van. Guess what it is.
Me: (seeing that lately, his fingers are always in his mouth) Your fingers.
Me: (knowing we eat several snacks in the car after afternoon school pickup each week) Crackers.
Me: I have no more guesses. What one thing can you eat in the van?
I've been making myself laugh this week on my Facebook page. Doesn't even bother me that only a few people see my hilarity. It makes me laugh. For example, I posted this...
If you can't seem to locate a library book, all you have to do is go to the library and pay $25 for the book. Within 3 days someone will yell, "Hey, I found the library book!" Voila!
after I paid for the second book which had been missing for over a month. Giant found one under his bed, and Turken found one on a shelf in the big boys' book closet soon after I plunked down the cash.
I am not a fan of Valentine's Day, especially for little kids, but I'm not going to forbid my kids from participating in the kindergarten Valentine's Day party. However, instead of paying for cheap, boxed, stupid cards, I helped Turken make these "valentines" to pass out at school:
It's a sucker. With a pretend mustache on the sucker stick. Always a hit with the kindergarten set.
The boys were poo-pooing the men's figure skating I wanted to watch. There was some basketball game on another channel, but I refused to let them turn it on. It's the Olympics for Pete's sake! Phoenix chose to voice his displeasure by annoying the tar out of me. Lucky for him, I found his commentary to be funny.
"Why isn't he tackling anybody?"
"Which team is he on?"
"Why is he doing doughnuts on the ice?"
"Hey! He touched the ground! Is that legal? Or...OR it just shows he's in control. Yes. He must be in control. Control is important."
"Is this the long program or the short program?... Nevermind. It doesn't matter. They all seem long."
"Oh! He's in bonus time! Is this like Monster Trucks?? Is he going to try to crash? Maybe lose a skate? Run into something?"
"Everyone cheers whenever they spin. I'd just spin the whole time."
"Except their faces are always red when they stop spinning. That can't be good."
Cuckoo insisted on shoveling the moment the snow started falling at 11:00 on Friday.
That snow he is trying to shovel is actually ice left over from our snow storm last week. He never moved a single scoopful.
This is that same walkway and porch at 1:00:
We ended up with more than 5 inches. He didn't shovel a single flake.
The endless snow and cold are taking its toll on us all. Each of us has his own ways of coping, be it hibernating in a bedroom, actually wearing more appropriate clothing, or finding ways to play in it. Cuckoo's coping mechanism is my favorite. When the really big flakes started falling on Friday, he went for denial. Every time Turken or I mentioned the snow, Cuckoo yelled, "It's not snow! It's toilet paper!"
I was telling the kids about the church parking lot behind our house when I was a kid. Every time it snowed (which was often. I lived in the snow belt of northern Ohio.), the parking lot would get plowed, leaving gigantic mountain ranges of snow. We played on those snow mountains for hours, sliding, digging forts, playing tag, and any other game our minds could conjure up. On a whim, I told them I'd find a church parking lot with mountains of snow for them to play on. COW, Buttercup, and Star shot down the idea, thinking I'd lost my mind.
The other kids trusted me.
|To give you perspective, the person running is Phoenix. He's 6'1" tall.|
OK, your turn. Tell me what you are thankful for this week. What made you laugh?
Have a lovely day!
A Fly on our (Chicken Coop) Wall, Considerings, Finding Ninee, Getting Literal, I Want Backsies, Mother of Imperfection, Rewritten, Thankful Me, The Meaning of Me, The Wakefield Doctrine