Because I was in a contemplative mood yesterday, I began thinking about this summer, all 2 1/2 weeks of it. I thought of the highlights – buying our house. I thought of the low points – scraping wallpaper from the walls of our house. AND I thought about my regrets.
I regret not spending enough time in the sun to get a tan.
I regret not plucking a fabulous old window from the trash when I had the chance.
I regret not being able to take my kids swimming more often.
BUT, most of my regrets involve these two.
I regret that I thought of poisoning my dog this summer. It was a low point for me. FringePup had eaten a leather work glove and had thrown it up in bite size pieces throughout the kitchen. It happened to be right after I ran out of paper towels. Need I say more?
I also regret allowing FringeKid to think that FringePup had eaten her chocolate pie. It was nothing more than a lie and I can’t live with the guilt. I did it!
I stole food from a child.
It all started one day when I was browsing through the aisles of our little neighborhood grocery store looking for hot dog rolls. Innocently enough we happened upon this basket of individually boxed fifty-cent pies. I don’t know why FringeKid didn’t eat hers, but it sat in the box for days taunting me. Like Eve with the apple, I buckled under the pressure and ate it; however, during the night FringePup must have discovered the little box in the trash. When FringeKid woke up all she found were pieces of shredded box and she naturally assumed the dog ate her pie.
Much to FringeMan’s dismay, I never corrected her.
I guess I’m lucky my summer is officially ending on Wednesday when the kids go back to school. I think I’ve had my fill of regrets.
Do you have any regrets from this summer?
I realized that you can’t leave an anonymous comment, so I’ve devised a plan. After all, you may be a grandma who doesn’t want your daughter to know that you fed her baby a total of 34 ice-pops this summer. I respect your need for privacy. If you’d like to be anonymous, simply enter a fake name and make up an email address. I promise not to hunt you down.