Single Mom Slice Of Life:
Dinner With A Side Of… Conversation?
The sounds of screams, maniacal laughter, and pleas of mercy echoed off of the shaking walls; the dogs barked and I blissfully ignored it all as I listened to Ray Parker, Jr. convinced to call Ghostbusters. Okay, I wasn’t blissful, and I didn’t ignore it; in fact I laughed and truth be told, did egg some of it on.
Yeah, it had started off as a regular, normal, seemingly routine Monday night, life was normal except for one thing; nothing was normal. The TV was on, but set to one of those commercial free music channels, a change in our ordinary routine that changed us for the better.
Doing my best Super Mom impression, I not only fried chicken, but I swept the kitchen, vacuumed the house, steam cleaned the dining room carpets, took out the trash and started a load of laundry. By the time dinner and chores were done, the boys were done with homework and we sat down to eat. It was during that dinner that I learned the following things: