Monkeying Around
I just want to know what am I smoking?* First let me start off by saying I’m exhausted. I don’t get enough sleep because I’m always doing something. I also blame my computer for being so darn attractive. I think the internet was created by Satan himself, just to distract people. Okay I’m way off topic with this post.
Last night after my daughter and I finished reading to each other and it was time for her to go to bed, she went to look for her stuffed monkey, Max. Max gets around. He has been on car tips, vacations, airplanes, sleepovers, in fact, I’m almost sure he has more frequent flyer miles than any monkey I know. I’m sure at some point, we will need to get this monkey his own passport.
Well Sunday night, my daughter stayed at her aunt’s house and of course, Max went with her. Well guess what? Max did not come home last night, he must be out there monkeying around. (In my mind: Uh Oh!) My sister does not live around the corner anymore, she’s an hour away, round trip, on one of New Jerseys most suicidal highways, Route 22! There are so many things going through my mind because I really don’t want to make the trip, so I tell her that we will get him and not to worry. Now, I’m waiting to exhale because in my mind, I’m thinking the weekend.
“But I’ve never slept without Max before. What if he’s being elbowed and rolled on.” she says.
Bomb drop! I already know what I have to do.
I call my sister. I can’t ask her to put Max on the phone to ask him if he’s alright, so I tell her that Victoria left her monkey and to please put him in a safe place. She sympathizes and asks to speak to her assuring her that Max would not be hurt.
After I hung up the phone, I say I can’t believe I’m actually going to drive that long way to pick up a monkey. This makes her laugh a little and we pick out surrogate stuffed animal to fill in for Max.
The things you do for your kid(s). I don’t know what I’m smoking, but I do know what I will be drinking, after we get back, of course.
*I’m a non-smoker, guess I just like my lungs pink!
Proofreading by Maxine, the Editor
EDIT 10/11/07 here’s a picture of Max:
on October 10, 2007 at 4:05 am
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Wow, you are one tough monkey, lady. I think, nope, I know I would have told my kid, “This is an example of consequences. Next time you take Max out you’ll remember this night of missing him and you’ll look for him before you leave.”
However, your kid probably won’t write a tell-all book about you 25 years from now, like my kids probably will.
Glad to hear Max is safe and sound!
on October 10, 2007 at 7:02 am
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if it were something else, i sure would have. max is a member of the family. he’s like the dog we don’t have to feed.
too had i left something important to me i would have gone to get it. i gave her a pass this time.
oh no, a tell all book!!!