Snap Attack: Evil Twin In Town

Patience as thin as a pringle.  Love still deep as the ocean.  Testing-testing-testing, one-two, check-check, one-two, one-two…the littles are at it.

All day.

My threats dissolve into the nothingness of time out.  Time out.  Time in.  Time back out!  Stop fussing, stop smearing, stop spitting, stop hitting, stop smothering her, don’t throw things at him, eat your lunch, eat your snack, GO TO SLEEP! 

Go to the park.  Michelle comes.  Our children play.  It is very cold.  We walk across the street to play ball in the sunshine that is warming up the palm trees.  My son and her daughter run off, slowly, moving away.

“Stop!” We call.  They continue on.  “Stop!”  We call and run.  They quicken their pace.  They are heading for the street.  We both have 20month old girls on our hips and this drastically slows down our efforts.  They leave the grass, they head for the street, or what we think it is.  We cannot see.  This is Cabrillo!  Cars are not going to stop.

Michelle lets out a quivering plea to her daughter to stop.  Her voice is loud and audibly nervous.  She is ahead of me.  What does she see that I do not?  I let my voice out.  I mean, my evil twin sister let’s her voice out.

“STOP RIGHT NOW!  Get back here!  MOVE!”  They returned with tears in their eyes.

“Mommy,” my son cries, “You scared me.”

Muffled-raspy-voice and maybe glowing red eyes, just a flash, “I’m not Mommy.”  And then hugs and cuddles and please do not run away and hold my hand and thank you Mam.

~ by drea on February 10, 2009.