Longer than the Line for Snow Crab Legs at the Chinese Buffet

I dragged myself out of bed this morning a few minutes late, so while I was still brushing my teeth my daughter came in to the bathroom, sat down on the toilet and proceed to tell me her Once Upon A Time (TV show) related dream from the night before. Every. single. detail.


My children all tend to be long-winded – it may be related to the fact that English is not their first language so the older ones struggle with being concise; however, if I’m honest with myself, I fear they get their long-windedness from me.

I was a long story teller as a child, as my brother likes to remind me. I especially liked relating every plot detail of a movie that I had recently watched to my captive family (usually in the car.)

tarzanWhenever one of my children starts in on a long story I think, this is for all those times I subjected my family to the entire storyline of an ancient Johnny Weissmuller Tarzan movie or something grotesque I watched on Saturday morning’s Theater Bazaar.

Actually, I think all your bad habits from childhood get rained back down on you when you are a parent. Wet towels on the bed? I can still clearly remember getting punished for leaving wet towels on my bed around age twelve. I wasn’t allowed to watch TV for a week. This was lauraespecially painful because I was watching Little House on the Prairie and my no TV week fell right when Laura and Almanzo were falling in love. Dang it. I was sorely disappointed to miss the best part and I surely learned my lesson. No more wet towels on the bed.

As I walk through my house each day picking up towels from beds and floors and the living room couch, I think, yep, I did this to me.

To my mother and to anyone I ever subjected a long tale of a movie plot (or if I left a wet towel on your bed), you’ll be happy to know, it’s all come back to me. All. come. back. to. me.

And then some.

On the upside, at least the kids are bathing…


This post was inspired by the word, LONG, and was written alongside of a whole bunch of other bloggers writing for Five Minute Friday. Link up here.

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8 thoughts on “Longer than the Line for Snow Crab Legs at the Chinese Buffet

  1. Hopping over from the Five Minute Friday link up. Oh man, that would have been a rough consequence to miss out on such an critical plot development of Little House! Loved this post. Hugs!


  2. Thanks for the inspiration! I’m giving it a shot! I enjoyed your post, as always. I often feel like were were twins separated at birth…. 🙂 I’ve had so many similar experiences!


  3. You are so funny! I loved reading your longer than the snow crab line at a Chinese buffet. Yes, I see that I got things that I deserved when I had five kids. Sorry Mom!


  4. This is so true! I used to have trouble sleeping, and now our daughter loves to knock on the door in the wee hours of the morning. Sorry Mom and Dad – I really wish I hadn’t done that to you!


  5. I think we all have heard those words from our parents, “I hope you have a child just like you!” and sure enough, those words came true. I myself have been blessed with children “just like me” and now want to apologize to my parents as well! I love reading your articles Becky! Miss you!


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