Posted by: Kim_Hamilton on 05/23/2009 12:38 AM
Updated by: Kim_Hamilton on 05/23/2009 12:40 AM
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Welcome to the Country!.....So You’ve Decided to Move to the Country Where Clothing is Optional!~by Charity Maness
Welcome to the country!...So you’ve decided to move to the country where clothing is optional….at least my son thought so. Now that I have your full attention, let me tell you the story. We’d lived here in Tombstone for about a year and I had miraculously managed to clear away the majority of the hapless tumbleweeds from my property and had planted some drought resistant, inferno loving, rock tolerant plants. Rather, I was beginning to make my house ......
a home. However, there was always that nagging fear in the back of my head each time I let the kids out the door of the fearsome “rattlers.” So being the ever vigilant mommy that I am, I had a standing rule that boots must be worn outside at all times, no exceptions. None.
One morning I amazingly enough had the rare opportunity to sleep in. This should have been a clue to some impending disaster or something along those lines, my foggy brain however, was simply trying to enjoy the small gift of a little extra sleep, I had not registered the possible implications of said extra sleep. Upon waking and throwing on my scruffy robe and slippers I shuffle out to the quiet living room. Once again, one would think this would be another clue. Four kids and a quiet living room, hmm, where were all the kids? I stumble to the kitchen throw the switch for my form of life’s blood, coffee, and notice three of my kids giggling quietly at the sliding back door. I shuffle over to the nearest window to see what the hub bub was all about, look out and see my youngest son (we’ll call him mini Wyatt) climbing the horse gate. This seems like no big deal right? Wrong. My mini Wyatt still being at the age where he actually listened to his mommy, had carefully followed my steadfast rule of wearing his boots when going outside, however, he seemed to have forgotten one very important thing…his clothing. There he was in all his glory carefully scaling the metal gate to the horse pasture so as not to hurt his more important parts wearing only his cowboy boots.
After extricating him from the gate, where he managed to get stuck, I lectured him on the importance of wearing more than just his boots. Though he was only two years old I was certain he understood my clear directions and my motherly advice.
Until the next day…..
No sleeping in for me the next day, there was simply too much of a ruckus and howling laughter for that to happen. My normal morning shuffle turned into a morning speed walk when I headed out of my room. Again I find my two older boys looking out the sliding door laughing hysterically and my daughter looking amazed at the sight that lay before her. There was my mini Wyatt on our tractor/lawn art with his boots and cowboy hat on. That’s all. Just boots and a cowboy hat. Evidently I was not clear enough with my “clothing is not optional” direction.
The good news is…he now wears clothing…(most of the time)
Until next time…welcome to the country…preferably with clothing on
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