Interesting Day

This past weekend was, well let's say 'interesting'... yup, I think that's a good word.  "Interesting" sounds so much better than "I'm living in a Laurel & Hardy movie".  Who would believe that???  And no one would believe the truth. 

No one would believe that my GROWN UP child emptied the dryer & threw the clothes onto the kitchen table, which had a lit candle on it, therefore the clothes caught on fire!  And when D noticed that my kitchen was on fire & tried to run to put it out, he tripped over the chair that I had placed on the diagonal to keep the sick dog (the one who never gets sick) out of the family room.  Then D got up & started stomping the fire with his hand - which doesn't work by the way.  After burning his hand, I got up, went to the sink to get water & poured it on the clothes - which D had threw to the floor to ensure my light didn't catch fire - but now the flaming clothes were burning my solid wood kitchen floor (the floor that I love, no, that I LOVE!!!).  Needless to say, the fire finally went out.  The clean clothes were not a little singed, nope they were burnt to a crisp.  Anger flooded me as I told my very broke child that he was going to pay for this, to which he replied "how, I don't have any money!?".  "I will pay for the damage and you will pay me back!", I said through clenched teeth.

My GROWN UP child was in charge of cleaning up the mess while D and I went to the store to buy clothes to replace the ones which were burned... You are probably wondering why he and I were going to the store right away (on a Sunday afternoon, there were really better things to do!).  Well, it turns out that because he had worked very late the day before he hadn't gotten to the laundromat & when he told me I said "oh, just bring your clothes here and wash them here"... (what was I thinking!?)  So, as luck would have it, the clothes my GROWN UP child threw on the kitchen table were D's and not only were they his clothes - they were his work clothes.  You know, the heavy, expensive clothes people wear who work outside... thermal T-shirts for 13 bucks a piece!  Cold weather socks fro $12 a pair!  Work pants for 21.99 - on sale and a "thermal hoodie" for 15.99 - on sale.  Not to mention underwear and undershirts (and while these aren't specifically for work, it's hard to not offer to buy this stuff too since burnt underwear and burnt undershirts are hardly wearable for work or any other occasion!).

The entire time we were shopping, I was mad - this was money I didn't have & and an expense I didn't need on my Visa.  So D, being D started telling me stories to make me laugh... One of the stories - about him wearing something pink & explaining to his buddies why he was wearing something pink, resulted up in him saying "well they would not believe me when I told them I was wearing it because my girlfriend brought it for me, so I'd have to have someone call you so  you could ell them you bought it for me".  I forgot the joke when I heard the term 'my girlfriend'.  This isn't a label or term he used to describe me before.  So I went from being mad at my son to confused at this situation!  After all, just a few weeks ago, I was on a D-Diet, then I decided to live in the moment (and the moment didn't have me labeled as his girlfriend - the 'moment' had NO label!). 

Now,  just like that, I was his girlfriend.  Confusion replaced the anger with those 2 little words.  I couldn't help wonder what it meant - but I didn't want to have that conversation in a department store! 

I was no longer mad.  God had saved my son from the lecture of his lifetime & pulled my blood pressure back into the normal zone - all by allowing me to hear D say these two words.  I was confused as hell, but I wasn't mad.  God has a weird way of focusing my thoughts.

Yup, it was an 'interesting' day.