Irony

One of the best parts of my recent trip was all the extra time I had to read while there. My Kindle can keep a charge forever and holds hundreds of books.  It’s awesome.

When I left the hotel early enough to get to the airport two hours before my flight, I was almost giddy about getting to read for an hour or two plus another hour or two on the flight. I sat down at the terminal,  there so early that only a handful of other travelers were there. I got out the boiled egg and muffin from the hotel, pulled out my Kindle,  and turned it on.

Battery Level is Low

Your battery is getting low. Please charge your Kindle.

Seriously. The irony, for me, is that I carried my charger on my person on the way here. But I put it in the suitcase for the trip home. So now what do I do?! I am so devastated that I’ve seriously considered asking the other passengers if they have a charger I could use.

P.S. Some folks will think this story ended with me pulling out my Kindle and wonder why in the world I felt compelled to share. That’s because this terrible Android WordPress app on my phone thinks the save icon should be equivalent to “publish”. I tried to save it so I could use the camera to take a picture of the low battery message. *Sigh* So now I can’t even write blog posts for fear they will all run this morning!

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Naptime

This is in response to the Weekly Writing Challenge: telling a story in exactly 50 words.

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After a brief, sleepless nap: “Can I get up now?”

“Another thirty minutes,” said his dad.

Cheerfully avoiding the bed, he laid out a pallet on the floor to wait out the short time until rising.

And thus he was found an hour later, motionless and peaceful in his slumber.

nap

Teenage Priorities… or… What I’d Rather Do Instead of Laundry

Jane is a very busy girl. It sometimes seems impossible for her to get everything done. This should be a great opportunity to learn about setting priorities. For some reason, however, I don’t think the teenage brain has yet developed enough to set reasonable priorities.

Take last night, for example. Jane had a tremendous amount of homework. I reminded her that there was also a lot of laundry waiting to be folded – laundry being her primary household chore. She also needed to clean up her mess on the dining room table from her murder diorama project.

“Ok,” she said. “I also plan to clean my room.”

“That’s a laudable goal since your room is a mess but I don’t think you have time for that tonight. You have a lot of homework, a lot of laundry, and the dining room table to clean. Those need to all be higher priorities for you.”

“I know.”

When I returned from my women’s group at church, the mess was still on the dining room table. The laundry was still waiting in baskets by the couch. And she was in her room.

I tried to open the door but she had shoved a dozen large blankets (previously used as a pallet during a sleepover) up against the door. She tried to wave me off. Instead of leaving, I poked my head in and said, “Don’t forget you’ve still got laundry and the dining room table.”

“Yes, I know. I’m almost done in here.”

“You really didn’t have time for this.”

“Are you saying that I didn’t need to clean my room?”

“Yes, it needed to be cleaned but not tonight. You had other chores you were told to do.”

“Ok. I’m almost done!”

At least half an hour later, I tried again. When I mentioned the laundry, she exclaimed, “Oh! I forgot about that!”

“Ok, so it’s twenty minutes past your bedtime and you said you planned to shower tonight. Daddy will not be happy with you if you don’t clean up your mess in the dining room. And there’s still the laundry.”

She finally went to bed after cleaning up her mess and taking a shower but without touching the laundry. The next morning, she walked into my room in her socked feet and said, “See! This is why I never clean my room. I can’t find my shoes!”

She never cleans her room, she says. I guess she means unless she has other, even less desirable chores to do. I wonder if she even noticed the irony of complaining indignantly about doing a chore she had been told not to do.