Saturday, I was trudging along on my treadmill when Ben ventured down to the basement to inform me he was going skiing with Miss Lovely (yes, the same Miss Lovely as always). Sensing a rare bonding moment I walked upstairs with him and chatted as he waited for his ride. Within minutes the girl of his dreams pulled up in a green minivan and he reached for his skis, poles, boots, backpack and mittens.
“It’s too much,” I said, “let me help you.”
“No thanks mom. I’ve got it. It’s cold out there. Just stay inside.”
“Really mom, I’m OK.”
But I ignored his protests, gathered half his things in my motherly arms and sashayed out to the driveway. I made a few (in my opinion) witty comments and waved them off.
Skipping back down to the basement I glanced in a mirror and saw this:
Um, hello Flashdance.
Sorry Ben. Next time I’ll stay in the house. 😉