Sweet therapy

Today has been a day of dashed expectations and…interesting results.  If you follow me on Twitter, then you’ll know that today’s forecasted 30% chance of a trace to an inch of snow turned into yet another raging blizzard.  We’re supposed to get five to nine inches now, we’re in a winter storm warning till noon tomorrow, and the wind has once again been blowing like a banshee.  This time the speeds have been around 20-30 mph with gusts a little higher.  I left work early after hearing how treacherous the roads were; it was a nightmare of a drive that necessitated some cookie therapy.

Once I got the boys up from their much-delayed naps, I started on supper.  Since both the older kids are with their other parents today, I had to leave Cricket and Thumper to their own devices in the living room where they could be contained while I threw some chicken in a pot with some rice and cream of mushroom soup (delish, by the way).  When I came back, I found them sneaking out of my book collection, phone and books in hand, and Thumper pantsless.

How can you stay mad at that face?Photo by Greg Kauffman

How can you stay mad at that face?
Photo by Greg Kauffman

I retrieved his pants from across the room and was about to dress him again when I realized that his pants were sopping wet.  At first I thought he’d had an accident, but then I realized that my glass of water was much less full than when I had left, and Thumper was quite a bit wetter.  Not only that, but my recliner was also sporting an unusually large, damp spot.  So much for resuming my former comfy position!

But the chair, the pants, and the boy will all dry, and no books were harmed in the making of this mischief.  I shooed them away from my books and turned on Curious George for them to watch while I straightened up the living room again, and then I sat down for some cuddle time with that soggy little guy.  (Cricket was content, for once, to sit in the soggy chair by himself.)  Between my drive home and reading this, which I found by way of a Facebook post, I needed the cuddles, especially from Thumper, who is only a few months older than the boy in the post and who we so very nearly lost once already.  I don’t think I could bear it if I had to live through that sort of pain.

And for the record?  Comfort food on stormy nights rocks.

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6 thoughts on “Sweet therapy

    • Kay Kauffman says:

      It’s hard to beat chicken and rice. Except I need to remember to make more rice. I always forget that part now that I’m feeding six people, and the rice is the best part!

      Seymour’s dad always says that when the boys get older and get into school, the teachers won’t know what hit them because what one doesn’t think of, the other one will (he suspects they’re going to be ornery little buggers). Nights like this make me fear he’s right. And it would be much easier to be mad at them if they weren’t so stinkin’ cute about it. 🙂

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