The morning after Lana crossed a line, I was not in the best of moods. I had trouble sleeping all night, and I kept thinking about what she did. I manage to pull myself out of bed, though, and start doing some things around the house.
I hear the front door open, and I know Lana is home. This is…
It had been a tough day at work, and the sight of the front door to our home was a welcome one to me as I strode up the sidewalk. I was home and longing for the sweet comfort of my family and the attention of my understanding wife. My worries abated, and pleasant thoughts filled my mind as I fumbled with the keys to unlock the front door. Life was so good – all day long the world beat me up, but home, now that was different! It was a place of peace, a place of refuge from life’s storms.
Striding across the threshold I heard no word of welcome but instead heard the bawling voice of our one-year old son complaining about some perceived injustice, obviously sitting in his high chair and diligently smacking a spoon on the adjoining kitchen counter. My olfactory senses were assaulted with the smell of something burning. The jangled sounds of the piano clanged in my ears as our very reluctant oldest daughter banged away at her practice. Mere moments later I heard the patter of little bare feet of our other son running up the hallway with a brush in hand, the scolding voice of my wife in pursuit. The only one being quiet at the moment was our youngest daughter, her nose buried deeply in a book as she sat on the couch.
Scarcely noticing my entrance, my wife sped by on her way to the kitchen, leaving off her pursuit of the brush, the burning scent taking preeminence. Too late to stop it, the shriek of the fire alarm next joined the melee of sound. My youngest daughter briefly glanced up from her book, turned the page, and returned to her reading.
Rounding the corner to our kitchen I saw that our son had willingly given up his brush, and was now tugging at her skirt because he was afraid of
It was Saturday and I was on the couch watching a movie as Megan was at her computer working a new animation for work. She had spent three weeks so far on the project and was getting towards the end of her work. Megan worked hard for those three weeks rarely leaving the computer except to eat and…