Ego Check
Just in case my ego was in danger of becoming over-inflated, I can thank my Nana and my 3-year-old for keeping it in check.
My grandparents and I went to see the Vocal Majority in their spring show on Saturday night. My mom came to my house to pick them up afterward, and as I leaned into the car to kiss my grandmother's cheek goodnight, she flinched and pulled away, looking terribly repulsed. As I stood there trying to remember if I had eaten anything with too much garlic recently, she exclaimed, "Oh! I thought you were a big dog!" Mmhmm. Good thing I have a sense of humor. I don't think anyone has said that to me since junior high!
We spent a long weekend in Grand Prairie trying to get some work done on the house we need to sell, though since the air conditioner gave out a couple of hours after our arrival, I was pretty useless. I don't handle heat very well at the best of times, and being eight months pregnant, trying to keep two small children in check in a barely furnished, stagnant house is not exactly the best of times. Have I mentioned that I really dislike Texas summers? This promises to be a long one, seeing as how we only had about 3 days of winter and a couple of weeks of spring this year. On the bright side, our young magnolia tree has well over 20 flower buds preparing to blossom, the first of which opened this morning and was the object of much happy sniffing throughout the day. Our magnolia tree is the envy of all the other young magnolia trees in the neighborhood.
Anyway, as we finally headed home in our blissfully air-conditioned car, an Alanis Morrisette song finished playing on the radio well before I was finished singing along, so I lowered the volume on the subsequent commercials to better appreciate my own voice. As I was priding myself on my ability to remember the lyrics, Layth requests from the back seat that I "turn it up, make it louder," which he often requests for songs he likes. Happy to be appreciated, I started singing that much louder, until he said, "No, the commercial, turn up the commercial!" Apparently that annoying Lennar commercial's version of "Old McDonald's Farm" has a much greater appeal to a 3-year-old than my version of Alanis's "Head Over Feet." Fortunately, I was so happy to be sitting in front of an air-conditioning vent that nothing could bother me.
I hope my ego is manageable enough now that no one else sees the need to check it for a while. It's feeling a tiny bit fragile at the moment.
My grandparents and I went to see the Vocal Majority in their spring show on Saturday night. My mom came to my house to pick them up afterward, and as I leaned into the car to kiss my grandmother's cheek goodnight, she flinched and pulled away, looking terribly repulsed. As I stood there trying to remember if I had eaten anything with too much garlic recently, she exclaimed, "Oh! I thought you were a big dog!" Mmhmm. Good thing I have a sense of humor. I don't think anyone has said that to me since junior high!
We spent a long weekend in Grand Prairie trying to get some work done on the house we need to sell, though since the air conditioner gave out a couple of hours after our arrival, I was pretty useless. I don't handle heat very well at the best of times, and being eight months pregnant, trying to keep two small children in check in a barely furnished, stagnant house is not exactly the best of times. Have I mentioned that I really dislike Texas summers? This promises to be a long one, seeing as how we only had about 3 days of winter and a couple of weeks of spring this year. On the bright side, our young magnolia tree has well over 20 flower buds preparing to blossom, the first of which opened this morning and was the object of much happy sniffing throughout the day. Our magnolia tree is the envy of all the other young magnolia trees in the neighborhood.
Anyway, as we finally headed home in our blissfully air-conditioned car, an Alanis Morrisette song finished playing on the radio well before I was finished singing along, so I lowered the volume on the subsequent commercials to better appreciate my own voice. As I was priding myself on my ability to remember the lyrics, Layth requests from the back seat that I "turn it up, make it louder," which he often requests for songs he likes. Happy to be appreciated, I started singing that much louder, until he said, "No, the commercial, turn up the commercial!" Apparently that annoying Lennar commercial's version of "Old McDonald's Farm" has a much greater appeal to a 3-year-old than my version of Alanis's "Head Over Feet." Fortunately, I was so happy to be sitting in front of an air-conditioning vent that nothing could bother me.
I hope my ego is manageable enough now that no one else sees the need to check it for a while. It's feeling a tiny bit fragile at the moment.
posted by Nikki | 10:15 PM
2 Comments:
Glad to see you posting again, I was away the past 2 weeks on a family vacation, but it's good to see what's going on with you now, and HAH HAH, now you're my age again, lol..... Happy 36th to ya
Thank you! It's nice to know you're still checking up on me. :)
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