Some relationships just never change, I guess. I remember when, as a little kid, if I did something Mom wouldn’t like, I’d do whatever I could to hide it from her. I’m talking about little stuff. I learned early on that big mistakes are better confessed as quickly as possible.
I discovered yesterday that I had left one of our shopping bags in the trunk of my car for several days – a bottle of wine and a jar of supposed-to-be-refrigerated dill pickles. Now, I could just take the whole bag upstairs and confess my error. But there’s something about fessing up to the wasted jar of pickles that’s making me want to revert to my kid behavior. The wine isn’t a problem – “Oh, look what I found in the trunk of my car.”
But, then there’s the problem of getting rid of the pickles if I don’t want to tell. I guess I could pull off the side of the road somewhere and dump them. Or, maybe I can find an open dumpster at the supermarket. Oh hell! It takes a lot more energy and creativity to be deceptive. Guess I’ll just confess and be done with it.
Sue
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I learned the same lesson along time ago--I think our mom's went to the same mom school. Now, when I get in that same pickle, I remember to stick to the high road--it always works out better in the long run. Also helps for a better night's sleep.
Mary Ellen
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