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I taught for several years at a residential school for children with emotional disabilities before staying home after the birth of my second daughter. I returned to teaching, finished my Educational Leadership program in May of 2012, and now work as our district's Writing and Social Studies Coordinator. I have always loved writing and find constant inspiration from my family. Maybe someday, I will get to see my name on the cover of a book!

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Dinner or Drink?

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Many of you know that my family and my parents live together. My dad has trouble remembering things and the living situation makes everything easier for all of us most of the time.

This week, my mother is away for a couple of days so we are all on full force dad duty. Last night, he wanted to go to Julia's soccer game.


"What time is the game?" he asked.

"Six," I answered. "You'll need to have some dinner before you go."

"But I'm not hungry."

"Just have a little," I answered. "You will be by eight."

Under duress, he skipped his cocktail (he has one at five every night) and he ate his dinner. Gin, rickety bleachers, and a forgetful brain don't mix well, so I try not to have him imbibe on game nights...

Wouldn't you know that as soon as he got home at 8:30, well past his usual bedtime, he went straight to his gin. 

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I didn't have a drink," he said.

When I encouraged him to skip it and just go to bed, he rolled his eyes and sighed, complaining about a night with no dinner and no drink.

Amazing to me that he can remember to have his drink, but forget that he had his dinner!

Happy writing!


7 comments:

  1. This is too cute. I am smiling ear to ear reading this. I guess a guy has gotta have his cocktail everyday, even if it has to be a night cap. :)

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  2. Wow! Isn't it interesting how the human brain works. I guess he loves his evening libation.

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  3. Oh boy - the way the mind works. It takes patience and a lot of love to do what you do, Melanie.

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  4. Our minds are definitely tricky, aren't they? I think about you, Melanie & hope all is going well most of the time. Thanks for the funny story-got to laugh!

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  5. I guess we remember what we enjoy the most. I'm guessing gin must be at the top of that list of life's little perks. You are a special daughter.

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  6. It is funny how the brain works. I like how you end with the funny note. We do not live with my parents but I see them often and I feel for you. This part of our lives together can be hard--sounds like you are well equipped with love and a sense of humor.

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  7. Hi!
    great to know there are people like you
    and people like my parents ..
    Smooth sailing is a concept imperfect;
    Sailing normally is purer.
    Sid :-)

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