I was an avid reader as a kid – anything and everything I could get my hands on, I read. Thousands of books have crossed these eyes, but some “stuck”. They haven’t stuck necessarily because they were my favorite, but because their stories seem to have come to life in my adulthood. None has rung more true than The Borrowers.
I’m convinced. They live in my home, prowl room to room as I sleep, and mess up all of my best laid plans for a smooth morning departure.
Socks? Fuggedaboudit. There has not been a matched pair of socks in my house since 1997. Why the Borrowers can’t borrow in pairs is beyond me, but as they say, variety is the spice of life and the bane of my laundry doing existence.
Signed permission slips? I can’t begin to tell you how many times I’ve had to reprint a permission slip I KNOW I signed, I KNOW I put into a folder, which I KNOW a kid put into a backpack. The Borrowers walls must be papered with my signature and my children’s emergency contact information.
Need a hairbrush in my house? Good luck. You would think an item we use every day at least once a day would be off limits for a Borrower. You would think they’d be afraid to pinch something we could readily have our hands on because of the frequent need. Not so. If I had a dime for every hairbrush that goes missing in this house, I could probably keep us in stock with hairbrushes for a week. Maybe two.
It’s always the books you least expect that come back and haunt you. I never would have thought as a young girl, mesmerized by the prospect of tiny people living under my floors, that they would eventually become the nightmares that disturb my sleep.
Now where is that yellow sock?
I have three kids, in case you can’t keep up with the menagerie that is the Beauty Girls household. Each of the girls has had a nickname – something that we’ve called them, grandparents have called them, or they have called themselves. It’s the names they’ve referred to themselves as that have always been the most unique.
Brighid for a while in kindergarten decided Brighid wasn’t a great name. Among the list of thousands of available names, she chose Pansy. As in the flower. As in she didn’t know then it was the name of a flower, but we called her Pansy for days on end. Until Brighid was in vogue again. Then all was right with the world.
Eilis answered only to Super Duper. As you do, when you’re three. You could call “Eilis” all day long, until you were that proverbial shade of blue in the face, and she wouldn’t answer you. Until you called her Super Duper. She still is, by the way, Super Duper, however, she seems perfectly content to answer to Eilis.
Then there is Awesome. I mean Granuaile. Who is Awesome. Don’t mess with this kid – Awesome ain’t got time for your nonsense. T-shirts with arrows that point up and say, “I’m with Awesome” crowd her closet – along with sweat pants, sweat jackets, and other t-shirts that refer to her by her chosen name. Awesome.
You have no idea how hard I pray she will always believe that she is. Awesome.
You know me – it’s all about Disney 🙂 I came across this blog through Facebook, mostly because they are always giving away some really cool stuff – including the latest giveaway of an embroidered Disney-fied tote bag – how wicked awesome are you going to look headed to the beach with something like this?
Sample of beach tote – contents not included in prize
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