Crack and cracks in communication.

It's not that often that I get mad at one of my girls.
But I got mad at Linds on Monday night. And it wasn't even about her being addicted to crack.
I know.
Oh wait,  you don't know.
Whenever one of the girls does something to irritate me, I say to myself: Well, at least she is not smoking crack.
In my mind everything is good if my child is not smoking crack. {And by crack, that includes oxy, coke, meth, pot, cigarettes etc.... Crack is my word for drugs.}
I'm not even going to tell you what made me so mad, because it would not matter to most people. But remember, I compare most things to crack.

Oh, wait. I'll have to tell you or this story makes no sense.

The child had the nerve to leave a bowl of brocolli on the counter.
I asked her at 6:30 to please cover the broccoli and put it in the fridge. When Coach and I arrived home at 11:30, it was still sitting on the counter.

I know.

:::

As good as we are about communicating around here, sometimes the communication falls through the cracks. And by cracks, I'm talking the Grand Canyon.

Monday, the Coach and I had tickets to see Kid Rock and we were being joined by another couple. I texted Coach around 4:00 asking what time we needed to leave the house. He replied: 6:30-6:40.
Fine.
I run home, and start preparing dinner.
Coach walks in at 5:40, sees me working in the kitchen and says: "We are meeting so and so for appetizers and drinks before the show..... I guess I should have told you this?"

Me: "ahhhh yeahhhhh." as I start putting the food away, meanwhile my brain was busy cussing him out.

Two minutes later, Linds walks into the kitchen and I'm grumbling. "the lack of communication around here is insane...grumble grumble...."

Lindsay: "What? What happened?"

Me:  "I assumed I needed to cook dinner before we go to the concert tonight and Daddy didn't tell me we were eating out with so and so."

Lindsay: "Wait. What? You are going to a concert? What concert? Nobody tells me anything!!"

Lindsay: "Wow the lack of communication around this house is ridiculous."

I was now dizzy from going in that full circle.

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Tuesday after school, I was fussing at Linds for leaving the broccoli out on the counter, and for not turning off the tv before she went to bed.

Lindsay: "I'm sorry Mom. I forgot. But really, if you think about it, you could have come home to me sitting in a pool of blood while holding a ouiji board and candles lit in a circle around me.  Just think what that blood would do the grout. AND at least I put away all my drugs and alcohol before I went to bed."

Lolo overheard this and stated dryly: "That is the scene in the beginning of every CSI show I've watched." 

Crack, cracks and cracking me up. Life is never boring.


XO