We laid our cards on the table.
But it seems our kids have a full house, and the deck is stacked against us.
My husband, Bill, and I had bet on the umbilical connection supporting us when the stock market went south, taking our bankroll with it.
However, as luck would have it, both of our adult daughters read the last blog and pulled up the welcome mat before we could unload the U-Haul.
It wasn’t that they said “no” in so many words, but we could read between the lines that suddenly appeared on their faces. (They never were any good at keeping a poker-face growing up.)
No. 2 daughter even called to add her two cents to the pot, and that has sent us unpacking.
“Hi, Mom! Nice blog. Listen, if you move in with us, here’s a plan I formulated in response to yours while I was up all night with the baby. No one could get a wink of sleep!
1. We’ll be happy to loan you the sticky car keys. Look for them in the toy box between Luke’s Mr. Potato Head and Tickle Me Elmo.
2. It’s OK if you don’t come out of your room, but would you please see if you can locate the TV remote control? It’s probably underneath the bed with the dust bunnies, spider webs and stale Cheerios. No cable television access until we find it!
3. You’re kidding about not raising our voice, right? How will you hear us above the screaming kids? (Joshua, quit banging your head on your food tray. Mommy’s on the phone.)
4. Feel free to borrow any of our clothes if you don’t mind the aroma of sour milk or the spots of strained peas.
5. If you can sleep until noon at our house, we’ll have you scheduled for a hearing test by 1 p.m.
Well, I’ve got to run. Joshua has a dirty diaper. Gosh, I can’t wait until you’re here to help!”
You know, the more Bill and I think about it, things aren’t as bad as we thought. It’s much too early to cash in our chips.