So, Saturday was a long day of cleaning house, organizing drawers and running errands. One of the chores on my handy “to-do” list was to change the air filter for my A/C unit, which was struggling along in the fight against our recent Louisiana heat wave. Please keep in mind, that as I recreate this scenario with you, I was hot, sweaty, tired, and had reached my limit of patience for the day…but I guess that’s still really not an excuse for the “wise” parenting practices I chose:
Picture it: standing before the air duct in my hall with Brandon slightly to my left
Me: “Brandon, please take this new filter out of the plastic while I unscrew the grill from the air duct.”
(I toss the new filter at him and spin to complete the task at hand)
Brandon: “Sure, mom.”
Grill removed, I pull out the filthy air filter and turn to exchange it with Brandon for the new one, only to discover that he STILL had not removed the packaging from the replacement. "Slow as molasses," as my father would say "Quit fiddly-fartin' around!" But I did not choose those words...
Me: “Really?! Here...take this old one to the trash and gimme that. You suck!”
(I would like to defend my choice of words by letting you know that I was smiling and using a playful tone at this point, even though I sort of meant it too)
I grab the new filter and in my haste to “school” Brandon on quick packaging removal, I lost my grip on the left side of the filter, causing it to shoot up and smack me in the face, busting my lower lip.
Brandon: (laughing hysterically at this point) “Now THAT’S what you call Karma!”
Lesson learned…pride in check…air filter clean.
