“Bug, let’s brush your teeth…and put on your socks..and where are your shoes? We gotta go…like now…we are gonna be late.”
The six year old princess moved ever so slightly out of her bed while keeping her eyes glued to The Amazing World of Gumball.
She was known to move extra slow when the television grabbed her attention.
“Bug..now.” I turned off the television and the fiery six year old was back in our universe again. She walked grudgingly to start her morning routine.
I checked the clock 7:17…late already. I grabbed my keys and laptop and checked on the little one.
“Daddy! Daddy! Look at this knot in my shoe…I bet you can’t untie it…”
Another distraction. After I took care of her shoes we were out the door. I start the car and reach into my pocket…empty. No wallet…no inhaler. I need both…money for coffee and I’m an asthmatic. I look at the clock 7:21. I run to the door, no house key. I run back to the car and grab the garage opener and pray the door is not locked. I open the garage and all three of our dogs scurry out into the driveway. So, now it’s a game of trying to get each dog to follow me back into the garage.
“Meatball…..MEATBALL! Penny….PENNY! Toby….TOBY!!….TOBY!!….TOBY!!”
My daughter started to panic. “Daddy! Toby ran down the hill….he’s not coming back…I think he wants to find a new home.”
I knew he would be the problem. I watched as each dog walked back into the garage with my daughter. I closed the garage and knew I was losing precious time. Toby was old…and more defiant. And grumpy. Whenever he gets angry, I can literally hear him say, “You young people and your new fangled contraptions….back in my day, we had to send telegrams…or write letters.”
I ran back out and searched for the old pekingnese. I looked left and right. Nothing. It was quiet…too quiet. My mind was racing. I ran down the driveway and looked at all my neighbors’ yards. No pekingnese. I ran down the street and looked to the left. I could see a white furball smelling a bush and slowly lifting his leg to relieve himself.
“TOBY….TOBY!! COME HERE!”
He turned around and seemed to say, “On my time whippersnapper…I will come when I am done. You young people and your sense of urgency…you think I care about traffic in the morning? Back in my day, we walked everywhere…we didn’t need cars…or GPS…or air conditioning.”
I ran to where he was and realized I had to pick him up. I braced for the fury that would erupt once he realized he was being carried. I reached down and snuck behind him and lifted him.
“….put me down..now…NOW. You are lucky my arthritis is killing me…you would lose a finger for sure young man. And what would you do then eh? Can’t type on your little phone…or text or whatever you do on that little screen.”
I ran back to the house and my daughter was relieved to see Toby in my arms.
“Yay! I would be sad if Toby left us….”
“I know…and you would lose me too cause your mom would kill me.” I grabbed my wallet and inhaler as I walked out the door.
We walked back to the car and started a journey to school. I reached into my pocket…and felt for my wallet and inhaler.
“Great…left my phone.” I laughed to myself….and thought “I’m not going back…you win this time Toby.”
Today’s daily prompt asks us to write a tagline about ourselves…my life is filled with moments where I just laugh at myself.
I like to laugh at myself.