Sh*t I Say: “Don’t”
Today is the fourth day of the April A to Z Challenge. During this month I will be writing blog posts every day (with breaks on all Sundays except this one) about the topic “Sh*t I Say” starting with each consecutive letter of the alphabet. This is one crazy project, y’all.
I’m a lover, not a fighter. Okay, sometimes I’m a fighter. But mostly I’m a lover. I love really hard. It hurts a lot when someone betrays me or doesn’t love me right back. And when I get sad or scared I want my lovelies next to me holding my hand or rubbing my back or just telling me that everything is going to be okay.
The above is a truth that emerged when I stepped back from the list I made of the ways I have used the word “Don’t.” Behold:
talk to your father like that
talk to me like that
stay in the house overnight if you feel threatened
mess with me
run around the pool
pick your nose
put your fingers in your mouth
lick your brother
put your hands down your pants
lie to me
pee on the floor
have another drink of water right now or you will pee in your bed
make any noise
It is also quite evident that I am disgusted by the things that little boys touch with those hands. Blech.
Not to keep things all maudlin around here, but I have to add one more. My grandfather died on Sunday. After Lisa died (a phrase I should add to my list of “Sh*t I Say”) people asked me what they could do for me because I was so close to her and so affected. I told them “Please don’t die.” Clearly my grandfather did not get the message. But I’ll cut him some slack – he was 93 and leaves a legacy of wonderfully flawed descendants behind. I call them my family.