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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Gone Fishing (02/01/07)

TITLE: Letter to Husband
By Debbie Thorkildsen
02/03/07


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LETTER TO HUSBAND


Iíve gone fishing. I need the tranquility of being alone on the shore of a shimmering lake with no sound but the soft breeze in the trees and the melody of the birds serenading me.
Iíve had enough of cooking, cleaning, washing dirty laundry and taking care of our three little ones. I need a break from my never ending duties.
You might want to keep your shoes on, especially in the kitchen. Suzie decided she wanted to pour her own cereal this morning. Sheís very determined for a three-year-old. The box was full, and probably a little heavier than she anticipated. It didnít help matters any that she turned it upside down over her bowl. The whole box ended up in a heap on the kitchen table. She tried to clean it up, but got frustrated when the cereal kept rolling off the edges of the table and across the floor in various directions.
I would have gone to her aid sooner, but I was teaching Matthew how to make juice. He was stirring it when Suzie squealed for help. As I turned and saw the mountain of cereal, I heard a splash behind me. Matthew had slipped on the chair he was standing on and latched onto the juice pitcher to steady himself. Instead of being the steadying force he longed for, the juice added to his momentum and the whole pitcher of juice landed in his chest as he hit the floor. I guess five-year-olds are too young to make juice.
Hearing the commotion, Jeremy crawled into the kitchen. I was searching for the mop, so I didnít notice him until I smelled an awful stink coming from under the table. When I looked, he was happily splashing in the juice and popping soggy cereal into his mouth. When I went to change his very full diaper, I realized that Iíd used the last one on his previous dirty bottom. This was his third messy diaper and it was only 9:30 AM.
As I was deciding whether to scream, cry, or go back to bed, Julie called. She wanted to take the children to the park for an hour. I asked her to pick up some diapers on her way over. She just left with the children a few minutes ago.
I hope you drove the car to work this morning. I searched in the garage for a fishing pole, but I didnít find one. There was so much junk in there that I wasnít sure if the car was buried in there somewhere or not.
Maybe you can find something to eat if youíre hungry. I didnít do the grocery shopping yet this week and we are out of almost everything. I donít think there are any clean dishes left either.
Youíll have to stay in your work clothes, so I hope you didnít get too dirty today. I didnít do the laundry and almost every stitch of clothing we own is dirty. I started to gather up the dirty clothes, including three pairs of your socks that were in little mounds in the family room. There may be more socks in there, but I couldnít see any more as there are toys everywhere covering the floor. Thatís why I decided not to vacuum today.
I donít know if Iíll catch anything. I stuck a spool of thread in my pocket. I hope I can find a stick to tie it onto to make a fishing pole. Iím not sure yet what Iíll use for a hook or bait. I just hope I can find that old fishing hole you keep telling me about, where the fish are practically jumping into your lap as you snooze.
Iím not sure when Iíll be back, but Iím sure Iíll be ready to take over where I left off this morning. Till then I remainÖ

Your faithful wife

P. S.: Tell Julie she has to forgive me for not being here when she returned with the children. Just remind her that Iím her only sister.


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Jacquelyn Horne02/08/07
Cute! Really loved it!
Mo 02/09/07
Nice.
Marilyn Klunder02/09/07
Very cute! It would be an easier read with paragraph breaks but I loved the story and could relate. My daughter had twins two years ago and it takes the entire family at times to keep her from losing her mind. Good job!
Tiffany Secula02/10/07
Haven't we all had days like this one! Nothing going right and just needing to get away for a little while! I loved reading this. You described it so well I felt like I was in that kitchen watching it all unfold! Great Job!
Sara Harricharan 02/14/07
Awww! LOL! This was so funny and cute, I know just how it feels to have a day like 'that'. Great fun with this ^_^