Shhhhh…..
Do you hear that?
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It’s the sound of nothing.
Nothing except the clicking of my fingers on the keyboard, the clink of the ice in my glass.
That is the sound of me forgetting to buy cream of mushroom soup for the planned Shepherd’s Pie for dinner, thus requiring someone OR ALL OF THEM to walk to Joe’s grocery to buy a can. We picked The Teen up last night and he’s here for a few days… and painfully and reluctantly peels himself away from the Xbox and the laptop when forced asked. My mom has a terrible sinus infection. The Baby has an ear infection. But the important thing, here, is that my husband packed them all up, plunked The Baby in a stroller and took them for a walk and the fact that I yelled at him for smoking in the garage didn’t deter him. He’s a good man.
I have never been so proud of myself for forgetting to buy cream of mushroom soup. It marks me as the non-native that I am, because no self-respecting Minnesotan woman would not have cream of mushroom soup in her cupboard. And that moment of non-Minnesotan-ness afforded me a much needed 30 minute break.
Do you hear that sound?
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That’s the sound of my blood pressure returning to normal and my endorphins kicking in… that’s the sound of ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ……