Senior moments

My father in law is 86. He still wants to Drive and although My husband or my sister-in-law or I could have driven to lunch he insisted. We planned to go to Wendy's where my paw-in-law knew they had a salad that he liked. So as He drove on every back road and across parking lots to get to Wendy's my Husband, his sister and their Father argued all the way. I just stay out of these arguments about which way to go, how fast to drive and anything else that might come up. After 28 years of this I don't even listen. So when we parked at Arby's I thought they had changed their minds. Ones in side there was a problem when He could not find the salad He remembered and my Husband only wanted curly fries. That didn't please Tata (Spanish for Gram-pa) mostly the same bantering as in the car, but now the poor young man at the register had to deal with it. Causing Him to order 8 drinks not 4. When all that was cleared up and our food was delivered we sat down. Hubby looked out the window he said "hey there is Wendy's--where are we?" We as you may have guessed by the Curly fries where at Arby's. When I told them' of course this is Arby's I thought you changed your minds' they all turned on me. now its my fault for not telling them when we parked. Some days you just cant win.

Christmas trees and trade offs

I bet your tree is like mine, when the kids where young they not only helped decorate the tree but they supplied most of the decorations. Crafts from school, hand made ornaments. colorful and adorable, often with pictures of themselves. I loved them both the kids and the keep sakes. Our trees was loaded with charm and any food product that can be food colored. I loved those days! Now my children are not Children any more. My husband put up the tree and I decorated it. It is Beautiful! I used all red and gold. The bulbs are (genuine glass) the ornaments are well balanced. gone are the days where each child does only what they can reach and then the next child take over for as far as they can reach. Each one using their own unique style. So I looked at this years tasteful, elegant tree. I looked and touched each of the old keep sakes and put them away safely. I thought of the trade off. I don't need to be up until midnight putting a bike together, or get woke up at 6 by the little consumers. I must keep telling myself. I earned this! My reward for a job well done.! Is quite days and silent nights. WHAT KIND OF A DEAL IS THAT!