Old Man Grump

We try to prevent it from happening. We really do.

The glass is half full at our house. Plenty of living in the moment and keeping your chin up over here. And, I’m happy to say we generally are bright eyed and bushy tailed.

But, on occasion, old man Grumps pays our family a visit.

He settles in, all cozy on the couch, an unwelcome visitor staking his claim. His influence is all encompassing.

“I don’t want to!” It starts with my preschooler.

“NO! NO! NO!” My toddler is quick to follow suit.

Hubby gets sucked into the negative spiral. “I just don’t have the time! Not now!!”

Our kitties feel the vibe. “HIISSSS!”

Per usual, I am the last to fall. “Can’t I get a moment’s peace around this mad house?!” Slam!

Soon, we are all whisking around a negative vortex lost amongst the complaints and belly aching.

At the height of our irritability, a life vest is thrown. A friendly phone call. A warm email. A fat baked good in the bakery window.

And, then, our grouchy house guest departs, leaving with promises to visit again soon. Let’s not have so much time pass between visits! Don’t be a stranger….and the like.

That fella, Grump, really chaps my hide. Next time, I outta introduce him to My Fiery Irish Temper. Like to see those rascals go head to head. I might even pay ring side seats to see that match.

And, my money’s on the red head. Go Irish!