“Be like a duck. Calm on the surface but paddling like the dickens underneath.”

~Michael Caine

Thursday, September 4, 2008

When seconds count...

...We're minutes away. Huh? Seriously. On my way home from work I saw a minivan with a bumper sticker that said 'SDPD When seconds count, we're minutes away.' Is that the same thing as 'When people are starving, we think about giving them food.'? OK, if there were an emergency where seconds counted, I personally would want them to be seconds away. And if it were minutes, how many? 2, 15, 20, 30?! It doesn't seem like the smartest thing to advertise how long it takes the police department to respond to an emergency. I'm not knocking the San Diego Police Department, please don't misunderstand me...but they should find a better marketing strategy. Hopefully their next bumper sticker won't say 'SDPD Whenever theres trouble, we'll be there eventually.'

So I get home and I walk into a screaming boy and a half naked girl. These are not unusual things to find as I'm walking in the door from a long day at work. It's almost as if they plan to be absolutely BONKERS the minute I walk through the door. I can hear them plotting, 'OK, when Mommy gets home, you start squealing like a newborn piglet and I'll take off all my clothes and streak through the house!'. (Why can't I get away with running through the house naked screaming like a banshee?) Tonight is Emma's Open House at school and naturally she's naked instead of dressed and ready to go. Emma, who is only wearing her underwear, says 'Hey, Mom! I'm naked because I was hot.' Of course then the normal hustle and bustle of the end of my work day and the beginning of my work night ensues. Ty heats up dinner while I mess around on the computer. At the dinner table, Emma says 'Mommy, if me and my friends talk at the same time, we can't hear each other.' I respond 'Wow Emma did you learn that at school?', 'Yep!' she answers. I'm glad to know that she is learning something that makes sense to her. Then she says, in her biggest big girl voice, 'So, how was your day at work Mommy?' I don't think she could be any cuter.

Emma shows me around her classroom
and that she can write her numbers.
There was a paper posted on the wall
in her class with her name on it. There
was a long group of letters on the page
and the following written by her teacher
for interpretation: "My mom is the best
mom in the whole wide world."
I think that their cuteness is a survival mechanism.

PS: I would've taken a picture of the bumper sticker, but I was driving.


mommy/abby/beebee said...
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mommy/abby/beebee said...

This is such a good idea. You are such a smart lady and I am so proud of you. You're the best daughter a mommy could ever have.

Mama Duck said...

Thanks mom!