In Need of a Hobby

During a recent car ride The Kraken began his normal barrage of questioning. As usual his curiosity focused on “fast fast” cars. My son, way too observant for his own good, wanted to know the difference between wheels and tires. That’s a tough one to explain to a three year old, and frankly it had been a very long week. Mommy was exhausted and to tell the honest truth, I just don’t give a good gosh darn about wheels or tires or race cars.

So I did what any devoted and loving mother would do, I deferred to daddy. Why does daddy know the answers and mommy does not? Well, my son, daddy loves fast cars just as much as you do. Mommy doesn’t love cars and therefore hasn’t spent any time learning about the inner workings of the automobile. The Kraken pondered for a moment in silence and then wanted to know what mommy loves if not cars.

Hmmm. I love my children . . . and . . .

(Four short years ago I would have listed a million things: playing volleyball, reading the classic novels, scrapbooking, hiking, camping, keeping up on current events, blah, blah and blah. My greatest passion these days is a nap lasting longer than 30 minutes. I think I am in need of a hobby.)

The silence must have been deafening because my son suddenly stepped in with “and ambulances and fire trucks and police cars and firemen?” Yes! Eureka, you have found it! Mommy certainly loves men in uniform!