Today was the big day: my parents, hubby and I were going to the cemetery to look at plots. Prior to leaving our home, I asked my middle who was sitting in the kitchen, to take a photo.
Kid 1: Wow, why are you so dressed up?
Me: Oh thank you!
Kid 2: You look good mom.
Me: Thank you; can you take a photo?
Hubby: Come on, we have to go.
Kid 2: Where are you going?
Me: Planning for the future.
Kid 2: (letting it sink) You’re going to look for plots?!
Me: (ahh, another blog reader) Yes and we’ll be back soon
…Now up until this moment, hubby nor I had mentioned what we were doing. However, in this moment, I decided to try and demystify it by being real caj.
Hubby: How could you tell them?!
Me: She guessed it! And it’s not a big deal!
Hubby: Her mother has stage four lung cancer!! It is a big deal!
Me: If you make a big deal, it’s a big deal!
Hubby: THEY ARE KIDS! THEY NEED TO BE PROTECTED!
Me: WHY NOT SHOW THEM THAT THIS IS SOMETHING EVERYONE HAS TO DO AND I AM FINE IWTH IT!
Hubby: THEIR MOTHER HAS CANCER!!
Me: I DON’T WANT TO BE BURIED NEXT TO YOU!
Hubby: YOU SAY WHATEVER YOU WANT 100% OF THE TIME!
Me: I want that on my tombstone!
…So, we pull up to the building and my parents pull into the spot next to us. Whilst waiting, hubby gets out of the car and tattles to my mother. However, my mother has only seen me looking schleppy, so she was more concerned with how pretty I looked than what he had to say.
Anyhow, before I move on to “part 2” I will have you know I’ve decided that I want …
“I hope I’m not next to HIM!” and on the other side of the shared stone, “HIM”.