Let’s Bust this Block Wide Open

Of all the days to set my mind to posting a blog post – any blog post – I had to set it for today. Today we had runny noses and sore throats all around, an ear infection in the snickerdoodle and mid-morning vomiting from the cheesedoodle. When I remarked on my glorious Monday to the facebooks, they responded with sympathy and one (Anna) brought me dinner. It was beef stew and really good, really fresh bread and chocolate cake. Comfort food.

And a bottle of Chianti for a mama after a hard day. I don’t write that because one should break a two week writer’s block with a controversy. I write it because it broke my writer’s block by bringing to mind a conversation I had with my mackerdoodle a few weeks ago.

We were hanging out in the kitchen, which happens a lot in our place, and out of the blue, which also happens a lot, the mackerdoodle pipes up with the statement something like, “Only Jesus and Noah never sinned.”

Um. No. After I assured her that Jesus was the only one to ever live a sinless life, she countered with, “But Noah always obeyed and he built the ark when God said to and didn’t ask questions. When did he sin.” She paused, and then said, “when did the BIBLE say he sinned?” Clever girl.

So I told her the story of Noah getting drunk and making a bad decision. It involved a discussion about what alcohol can do to an adult if we drink too much of it, and she listened very carefully. When I ran out of words, which doesn’t actually happen often around my mackerdoodle, she chimed in:

“So it’s sort of like when I eat too much candy, and I act really silly and I don’t like it, and then I feel sick.”

I said yes. It was sort of like that.

“But one candy is good and doesn’t make me silly. Or sick.”

Again, I could only agree.

“And you wouldn’t feed me that whole bowl of tootsie pops for lunch.” she said, gesturing to a green glass bowl full (I am embarrassed to write) of tootsie pops. I emphatically assured her (and you, my readers) that I would never even contemplate such an act. When I was telling this story to my sister she added, “Just as I would never feed your father a bowl of vodka for lunch.” That made me laugh.

But there you have it, folks. the lesson of moderation from my mackerdoodle. The reason I’m not embarrassed, or ashamed to tell you that one of the pastor’s wives from my church brought me both food and a truly lovely Chianti at the close of a tough day. And that I enjoyed all of it at the end of the day I had.

Now, having broken my block (I hope) I am about to retire to my bed because (a) my girls alternating between congestion related insomnia last night resulted in a lack of sleep on my part and (b) while I have been writing this, my head has slowly filled up with a suspicious congestion, my throat is hurting and my nose has begun to imitate a really old faucet with broken washers.

I hope you’ll hear from me again soon. This has been fun. I’ve missed you.


************I just re-read this. I didn’t drink the entire bottle of wine. By all of it, I meant some of the food, and some of the wine. Yeesh. Maybe I need to go back to writer’s block. **********************************


About Coralie

After 11 years of infertility, I am now a mother to three, a wife of a Presbyterian (ARP) preacher and a struggling homemaker. Welcome to my little corner of the net. Kick off your shoes, put your feet up and join the conversation. View all posts by Coralie

5 responses to “Let’s Bust this Block Wide Open

  • Melissa

    Ha! I read that and thought – “really? the whole botle of wine? just for mamma? what a relief it wasn’t for lunch!”

    Glad to hear you only had some of it!

    Hope tomorrow is better, and thankful you have wonderful friends to take care of you on days like these!

  • Lillian

    If it takes a glass or two of wine to break your writer’s block, I hope you did keep some for another day. It’s too far for me to slip you another one to keep you writing. How about it Melissa, do you think we could sign her up to some shop that would deliver a bottle when needed?

  • Carole

    I used to love Chianti bottles as candle holders in the 60’s…..did you keep it?

  • Bets

    Hilarious!! She is something else!!

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