September 14, 2013

When Your Kid Lives Inside Your Head

It's late and I'm up trying to pull some stuff together for a conference I'm planning this weekend. We thought there'd be between 300-350 women and it's pushing 470. So, it's kind of crazy here as I get some finishing touches on things that required last minute look-sees.

I realized it was time for me to get to bed. I'm not sleeping lately between a big puzzle I'm working at work and this conference. I got up and realized the TV was still on.

I don't watch TV.

At all.

Which means... I don't know how to operate it. We have two remotes, one for the TV and one for the cable box and I can't tell you which is which and which one is the one to turn on and off the TV, not because it's complicated, but because quite simply, I cannot be bothered.

I don't care.

So I was sitting here, getting ready to shut down and I could hear the TV playing and I realized everyone was sleeping but me. (A common occurrence. You know you are a woman of a certain age when you cannot sleep, check your email at 2AM, respond to something and get a response back from another woman of a certain age within 5 minutes and you then proceed to have an hour long email conversation, hammering out details to whatever project is being worked. Scary that this has happened more than once and with more than one woman...)

I thought, "Dang it, I have to turn off the TV" and I walked in and started running my hand up and down the side of the TV because I KNOW there is a button there somewhere. Screw remotes, show me the button.

Finally, not finding it, I went over to the remote that was on the ottoman and found that there was a green sticky note next to it.

The green sticky note had an arrow written on it, directly in line with the off button of the remote and in Bones' handwriting it said, "Push this button to turn off the TV" and I busted out laughing.

He needs noise to sleep. I don't know how to turn off the TV. So he left me a note, KNOWING full well I'd be sitting there trying to figure out how to turn it off.

It reminded me of last week. We're trying to get the hedgehog's nails trimmed, an odd conversation in itself. It's not going well.

Finally in exasperation, Bones said, 'Call a vet...'

I look up a phone number, tell Bones about it, and suddenly I find the vet's phone number on my computer, at my dinner plate, in my car.

Finally, one day at work, I looked down at the my cell phone and there was a text message from Bones that said, "If you've fallen and have to call a vet, you would want to call, xxx-xxxx".

No, it doesn't make sense, but it was a play on various words and it was yet another poke at me to call the vet. And it made me laugh.

Which he's good at doing because he's a funny guy.

Posted by Boudicca at September 14, 2013 10:58 PM

You and my youngest... neither can figure out the tv... love Bone's note... Got a good kid there.

Posted by: vwbug at September 15, 2013 06:43 PM

I'd probably just pull the plug and call it good. :)

Posted by: PeggyU at September 19, 2013 03:26 AM

"We're trying to get the hedgehog's nails trimmed."

Now, where else would I ever see a sentence like that?

Posted by: Elisson at September 19, 2013 07:38 AM