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Sox on Saturday leads to a sleepy Sunday

28 Apr

Yesterday was my sister’s birthday. She LOVES the Red Sox so we celebrated by going to a game. I admit I left early AND I am still tired today. I’m so ashamed of myself- my age is catching up to me. In my defense, I had much better luck getting a taxi home in the fifth inning than I would have after the ninth! I know, I know. It’s still pathetic.


Happy Birthday "little" sister!

Happy Birthday “little” sister!

Despite my exaggerated exhaustion, I’m linking up with Neely and Ashley for Sunday Social. This week their questions all revolve around childhood.

1. Did you sleepwalk as a child? Nope.

2. Did you ever try to run away or sneak out of your house? I once hid under our back deck, but I don’t think it lasted long enough for anyone to notice I was gone!

3. Did you have any imaginary friends? No, but I’d role play being a teacher all the time. I had a whole classroom set up in our basement.

4. Did you ever go toilet papering? Nope. I was a good kid!

5. Did you ever sneak tv shows you weren’t allowed to watch? I used to be jealous when my older cousin slept over and got to stay up to watch Saturday Night Live. I would sneak down and watch with him. I also used to stay up late reading when I should have been sleeping. I hid a flashlight under my pillow.


Apparently, I was a fairly boring child. Lucky for my parents! What were you like as a kid?

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Thoughts spin round and round

14 Apr

I kicked the covers off and then pulled them on again. Rolling over, I sighed and flipped my pillow to the cooler side.

What am I going to do? I know she is going to find out. Why do I always have to be mean? Why am I so bad? I never do anything right.

The thoughts kept coming. I got up and looked out the window and was met with darkness. I could see only the blue light from my neighbor’s computer through their living room window. I closed the shade and went back to bed.

Covers on, covers off. Covers on.

When is she going to know? How long do I have? Maybe I should just tell her. Everybody is going to hate me. 

I pulled the covers back off and sat up, letting my feet dangle over the side of the bed for a moment before swinging them onto the floor.

As I maneuvered my way in the darkness over piles of clothes and books, I pulled the back of my T-shirt down to cover my backside. My bedroom door didn’t make a sound as it opened and I took a sharp right into the room right beside it, pushing open that door with a hesitant hand.

I crept alongside the bed in this room and snuck around to the side closest to the window. I touched her cheek.

“What is it, Katie?” she asked, almost as if she anticipated my visit.

“I colored on Sister’s doll and hid it underneath her bed,” I whispered.

“It’s okay,” she sighed. She stroked my hair. “We can talk about it in the morning.”

I hugged her quickly and with a burst of relief I scurried back around the bed, through her door and into my own bedroom, diving back under the covers, finally able to sleep.

I wish the story ended there, but my poor mother was awakened countless times with my late night confessions and even now my head is working all night.

Is he mad at me? What time do I have to be up in the morning? I can’t remember which meeting is first tomorrow. Did I call my mom back?

“Did you want to go out to dinner or stay in tomorrow night?” I ask.

“Katie, let your brain relax- it’s after midnight,” he responds half asleep.

“I didn’t realize I said that out loud,” I reply.

He lays his hand on my head like he can will the thoughts from spinning. It works. I cuddle deep into the covers, put my head on his shoulder and allow myself to sleep.

One more night down.


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Dare to keep your head on straight

4 Apr


You know what they say about children of police officers- they are either one extreme or the other. They listen to the angel or the devil on their shoulder. I (mostly) listened to the angel. To put it bluntly, I was kind of a goody two shoes when I was younger. This is a story about a few kids who listened to Jiminy Cricket’s alter-ego.

My dad was a cop a couple of towns over from where I grew up. He taught DARE (Drug Abuse Resistance Education) to the middle school there as part of his role with the department. This had some perks for us, one was being able to go to conferences. Honestly, he probably hated these annual events, but my brother, sister and I loved them. We became friends with other kids and had the run of the hotel while our parents attended sessions or did whatever they do when they don’t have to worry about their kids (remember this was the 80s- nobody was too concerned about us being snatched).

I was always the babysitter. I organized arts and crafts and made decent cash corralling the younger kids into one room or another while we avoided the structured activities. One time I volunteered to be the DARE bear. This involved wearing complete bear costume and a T-shirt promoting drug abstinence. Maybe I was a nerd. Okay, I was definitely a nerd.

I strutted around that hotel taking pictures with little kids who followed me around like I was the Pied Piper. Then it happened. A group of boys, probably a year or two older than I was at the time, came up and grabbed the head to the costume. I stood there in the bear suit in shock while they ran around the hotel playing keep-away with my pride. I eventually  retreated to a room with my tail literally between my legs and the head was recovered by one parent or another on their way to the complimentary bar- probably not without a few jokes of their own.

It was then I knew, even when things seem to be going right, even when you are on top of the world and everyone thinks you are leading the parade, hold on to your head… or something like that. Just keep yourself in check, okay??

PS- I tried to find a photo to accompany this post with no luck. I’m sure you can use your imaginations. 

Today was Day Four (or Day D) of the Blogging from A to Z April Challenge

And in honor of Theme Thursday:

Dashing around the hotel like we owned the digs

Adored by the children who thought my costume was true

Ripped down from pedestal 

Ego all bruised and blue. 

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