Giggle Farts
It began as a typical Wednesday morning routine – lunches made,
bodies dressed, teeth brushed. Then I looked outside. Where did the 5” of snow
come from? I had an “oh crap” moment thinking about how the roads were going to
be a wreck and we should get a move on. I started accelerating the process – “Pickle,
find your shoes/coat/etc.”. No response…her sleepy eyes stared back at me and
the struggle began. Near tears, she asked for milk. I had to slow down to get
the milk and handed it to her on the couch. She was all snuggled in like she
was going to have a snow day. I ran outside to start the rig and get the puppy
to go potty. He obviously wasn’t a fan of the snow, so he ran back into the
garage. Then I realized it was garbage day, so I trudged through the snow to
drop the trash cans. Ok, I thought - we’re set. I ran inside to grab Pickle and
put the puppy in his kennel. As I turned the corner, I smelled it. The little
turd pooped on the carpet. Just what we all want to deal with at 7AM, right?
So, it went…after poop cleanup, shoes on, etc. - we finally got out of the house and we were en route to school. The roads were pretty smooth, but Pickle’s scowl from the backseat was no bueno. I tried everything…applesauce, singing, etc. Then I just let her be…if she needed some quiet, she could have it. I had rushed her and that’s no fun – I was a sweaty, stressed mess and she had a pouty face.
As I unstrapped her from her car seat at school, I told her that we were going to have a great day. Again, dead-pan stare. Then something happened…as I was holding her, the car door came back on us and I said “oops!”. Pickle laughed and that made her toot. Then she started giggling uncontrollably. I looked at her and immediately felt all of that ridiculous rushed morning nonsense disappear. We giggled together as I carried her into school…her sweet little fingers playing with my ponytail on the way in. Sometimes you just need a Giggle Fart to serve as a reminder that you shouldn’t be taking yourself so damned seriously.
So, it went…after poop cleanup, shoes on, etc. - we finally got out of the house and we were en route to school. The roads were pretty smooth, but Pickle’s scowl from the backseat was no bueno. I tried everything…applesauce, singing, etc. Then I just let her be…if she needed some quiet, she could have it. I had rushed her and that’s no fun – I was a sweaty, stressed mess and she had a pouty face.
As I unstrapped her from her car seat at school, I told her that we were going to have a great day. Again, dead-pan stare. Then something happened…as I was holding her, the car door came back on us and I said “oops!”. Pickle laughed and that made her toot. Then she started giggling uncontrollably. I looked at her and immediately felt all of that ridiculous rushed morning nonsense disappear. We giggled together as I carried her into school…her sweet little fingers playing with my ponytail on the way in. Sometimes you just need a Giggle Fart to serve as a reminder that you shouldn’t be taking yourself so damned seriously.
PS our family also loves Walking Farts…but we’ll discuss
those another time. J
xo
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