Willow Tree

G-d was Laughing

I was making an early dinner because today I was due to go to the library for help-night. It is about 3:45, 4:00. Pasta and cheese, I know, thrilling, but there it was. Dinner ready I call the girls.

The Artist flies down the stairs; I set out her plate.
"Where's the Monkey?"
She didn't know. I call up the stairs, I go looking in the attic, I yell outside.
No Monkey.
I had yelled at her a few minutes before hand for once again picking up an unwilling cat. Maybe she was hiding and sulking somewhere.

A through job of looking everywhere; no Monkey.
I'm starting to get scared now.
I tell the Artist to look in the attic, and then a friend of hers call and they both look about the house and then together go to see if she went to the store/library ahead of us, or the park or somewhere.

No Monkey.
Not under a bed, in a closet, in a box, behind the cabinets. Not in the park, at the library or in the store.

I call the husband.
I'm really scared.
I call friends.

She isn't to be found.

FINALLY, as the Artist and the Artists friend heads home, the Monkey answers my cry... a good half hour or so later.

WHERE WERE YOU????????????????????????

She met a friend. And went off to a sort of day-camp.

(sigh)

As the Artists friend is here, she volunteers to help her out with math rather than have the Artist come with me. She is quite a bright child and knows both English and Hebrew. We shall call her Philosopher. (the kids really bright.)

I get home and the Philosopher is still here, but saying her goodbyes.

I make soup, serve it and ask the Artist if she was able to finish her homework.

Just take a guess what she forgot to do.

(sigh)

Dear G-d I just hope You are enjoying this because I am not having a good day.

Posted by Rachel Ann at November 16, 2005 06:48 PM | TrackBack