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Show The Funny Bone By Mary Coons i Life used to be simple. I really liked it that way. What I'm referring to, of course, is when our children were little. I kinda thought that I had it rough when all I did was feed one end of them, and change the other. I came to think of myself as a rear-end expert. Saturdays. Know what that means? If you don't, you're probably one of the few people in Pleasant Grove tht doesn't have a child either playing basketball, or cheering for basketball. Or let me put in another way . . . .you're probably a person that remembers that the "F" on the gas gauge on the front panel of the dashboard means "Full." Two days a week you can keep the local gas stations rich by taking your four year old to pre-school... .thereby being able to go home and get your home clean enough to sit for five ; minutes and admire it until you have to go back and pick them up. They come home, look in..:, bewilderment at the spit and. , -v?rpolish, and say to' themselves,-1 " ; ""'Gee, what will mama do'--now?" Then they set about making sure that they keep you busy (and out of trouble) the rest of the afternoon. A word of warning -- it is frowned upon to tie one's child to their bed post here in Utah ! "I need a for ! . ." strikes terror in my heart. My children think I can sew anything for any activity ac-tivity they're participating in. t As far as they're concerned, mom majored in sewing in both high school and college. (Actually (Ac-tually it was P. E.) I signed our six-year-old son David up for soccer. They had a space where you could check where you can volunteer -for anything from a coach to bringing the cookies. If I volunteer for anything else, I'm going to have to put name tags around my children's necks. Sorry, Soccer Association, but if David makes it to the practices, prac-tices, and I can come to his games to cheer my heart out, that'll have to suffice. I really admire the good women that have such organized lives that they can have a spotless home, be a room mother for all five of their children, go to the health spa three times a week, sing in the Tabernacle- Choir, look like -Princess Grace when their husbands get home, and can .-make gluten steaks look like T- bones. I'll bet that when she goes into her room, closes the door; then into the closet, and closes the door; that she quietly beats her head on the wall and screams with two pillows over her face. I've found it an excellent ex-cellent exercise in "coping." |