I seldom went down there except to do laundry or clean - it was basically theirs to do what they wanted with...........the occasional parties - late night t.v. - private phone calls - things you don't need a parent standing over your head watching ( especially when there were extensions upstairs I could listen in on from time to time ( terrible I know - but I did it )
I can remember a time when I was starting to get suspicious - they were down there a little too often - all three of them - and very quiet - too quiet - abnormally quiet.
I panicked -
I completely panicked and wondering if perhaps they were doing drugs down there I made my way down when my Son darted up from the couch and BLOCKED me from entering the living room section.
" You don't want to come in here Mom " he urgently said
We literally struggled for a moment before I was able to convince him that it was ok - that whatever was going on was ok - I wasn't going to freak out, I assured him, as my mind raced with drug rehabilitation for 3 kids -
WHERE DID I GO WRONG?
DID I MISS THE SIGNS?
SURELY IT WAS TELLING THAT I SERIOUSLY LACKED PARENTING SKILLS AND THESE POOR KIDS - THESE POOR POOR KIDS HAD FALLEN BY THE WAYSIDE..................
Gingerly I made my way into the room ( which I imagined would be an opium den ) to see my daughters looking up with sheer panic in their eyes - each of them trying desperately to hide......................
A stray cat Lindsay had found.
My heart melted ( with more relief than I can convey here )
We can't keep her - I explained
We already have a cat - I said
We'll find a good home for her - I reassured them
I have to put my foot down here - I told them
( note how I'm trying to make myself sound like June Cleaver - truthfully I was more like the Harper Valley PTA Mom - but I DID have my June Cleaver moments from time to time )
Lindsay's in Florida this week - 17 years later - guess who's babysitting?
Meet Loki - who's presence in our life has graced it beyond belief.
Delivered to me Friday night ...................
She's an " elderly " cat - she's spoiled - she can be a little cranky at times - she has arthritis in her hips and hind legs making mobility difficult - but she's the family princess.- our very own Aristocat
I've put her in the guest room - and sleep with her at night - I brush her - I talk to her - I sing to her -
I carry her up and down from the bed so that she doesn't hurt herself.
And because every princess deserves breakfast in bed from time to time, I indulge her with that too
John says - Oh, are we having breakfast in bed today?
Suzan says - YOU'RE NO PRINCESS !!!!!!
My kids have rescued many animals since those years...........but she was the first
And I'm so grateful she followed Lindsay home all those years ago.
( Oh - and that it wasn't drugs they were hiding - I'm also grateful for that LOL )
Okay - she's calling me back - I'm off to give her a massage.
And whip up something for the Prince..
Have a wonderful Sunday everyone
SHARING WITH !
MY TURN FOR US