hydrangea

Day Eighty-one: Our Hydrangea isn’t pleased either.

My child does not always do as he is supposed to do. Shocker, right? But around these parts, there are consequences for behavior and one of those consequences is having your computer taken away from you. If your computer is taken away from you, you best be finding things to do, because if I see you doing nothing I’ll find something for you to do. I don’t believe that idle hands are the devil’s playgound. I just don’t think I should suffer alone.

Which is what prompted today’s moment of zen:

Me: Um, you. You lounging on your bed doing nothing isn’t working for me. You better find something or at least look busy when I come back in here or I’ll find something for you to do. Something chore like. You won’t enjoy it.

Boy Wonder: What if  my lounging is actually me being busy meditating?

I’d like to tell you that I didn’t dignify that with a response. But in truth, I attempted to stifle my laughter while I told him that meditation didn’t count. (and don’t be taking his side on this, because he wasn’t meditating!)

His father was in the kitchen and overheard our exchange. He laughed too. And laughed and laughed and I resisted the urge to punch him in the arm as I walked by. But my child had a book in his hand and appeared to be reading when I checked back. So. I win.

And I’ve illustrated today’s moment of zen with a picture of my water-logged Hydrangea. Because that’s just the way I roll.