Freaky Friday

My girls were hot and sweaty in their furry outfits, my monkey and Halloween poodle, both scratching and complaining. The Costume Parade at the local retirement home had gone as scheduled. We were met with some bright smiles, some foggy grins, and truth be told, quite a few confused stares. And, according to schedule, for the third year in a row, my hubby later shared his views about our twilight years over dinner. ”Just take me out to the backyard.” And, again, one of my hisses finished that conversation.

“I envy your busy hands,” an elderly lady had whispered as I walked past. My busy hands, I thought, as I lugged my wiggly, twisty, children to the mini van. I had just been thinking how a quiet lunch in bed, with a book propped, a pretty view and an on call nurse sounded inviting. Have I lost my mommy mind? Have I been tortured to the point that I view a quiet bed, any bed, anywhere as a vacation??

My mind began to gallop away with the thoughts of escape. Perhaps some sort of Freaky Friday -Trading Places – Senior Wife Swap? I could get a few hours in a toasty bed munching on a pb&j sandwich and a good read while someone named Edith rocked my baby and brushed my 3 year old’s tangled hair? Is this a fair swap?

Most likely not. Most likely I should take a moment to listen to the advice that the little blue haired lady in the wheelchair was whispering just under her breath.
“I envy your busy hands.”

Which, I will do, as soon as I get a minute………..