". . . little shall I grace my cause

In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,

I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver . . ."

(William Shakespeare's Othello, I.iii.88-90)

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Mom Fail, Defined

Noun, compound. When your 9-year-old who is a good reader but who hasn't embraced reading to the degree his older brother and sister did at this age suddenly decides at 9:00 at night that he wants to start reading The Silver Chair but when you go to the shelf to take it down you realize it's not there because you already packed it (because the realtor said you have too many books) and now it's in a box somewhere in the Portable On Demand Storage (PODS) unit sitting in your driveway and you really don't want to go out and look for it in your pajamas in the dark.


It's in there . . . somewhere . . . (probably right next to the microscope).


UPDATE: Narnia has been found. The microscope is still AWOL. 


4 comments:

Melody said...

You...packed...Narnia??

Cheryl said...

Melody, I decline to answer and refer you back to the title of the post.

I would like to say for the record, though, that I was not the only one packing books.

Susan said...

It'd be EASIER to nab it from the local library or from a homeschooling friend....

Cheryl said...

Maybe, Susan, except that he ended up wanting all seven books!