Mom Talk

 This morning I had a blond moment. We had a minor episode of freezing rain here in St. Louis last night, leaving a fine glaze of ice on everything. My hubby has the freedom to work from home under such conditions so I was able to leave my daughter with him and head straight to work. I donned my new snow boots (for traction) and headed gingerly down my back porch stairs, my shoulder loaded with my laptop bag and purse. When I reached the gate on our chain link fence, I realized the latch was iced over and would not lift. I pulled with all my might and it didn’t even budge a little.

I stood there for a few seconds more, contemplating what I should do. I wondered if I would have to jump the fence (I’m sure you’re already laughing) or if I should go in and get a pitcher of hot water to pour over the latch. Still deep in thought, I headed back for the back door, planning to ask my husband what he would recommend to get the latch open. As I paused with my hand on the doorknob, my brain suddenly began to function and I realized the simple solution . . .the front door.

I was in a hurry so I walked back through the house and told my family “bye” again. Hubby told me to be careful as the front porch is usually even more slippery than the back sidewalk. I made it to the car and headed for work. Later in the day, I talked to my mom on the phone and just told her about the back gate being frozen, not my whole thought process. She said, “Wow, if that happened to me, it might take me a few minutes to realize I could go through the front door. I’d probably be out there with a pitcher of water or something, trying to open the latch.” That is when it became amusing to me that the same thought had crossed my mind. I was very glad I came to my senses before asking my husband what I should do. Even now, I can picture the amusement I’m sure he would have displayed had I asked him how I was supposed to get to the car. My mom and I had a really good laugh over the whole thing. Apparently, great minds (and other kinds) think alike.

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