Friday, 09 July 2010
We were headed to the library today. Son requested to bring Doggy along. (Doggy is a stuffed dog. We haven't gotten too creative with names yet.) I said sure. It's been raining off and on all morning, so there's a big puddle near the car. I walk him around the puddle, holding his hand as we go, telling him that I don't want him to walk through the puddle because it's really muddy. I have to maneuver him around the puddle when I open the car door but I manage. Seconds before I get him in the car, just an instance before it happens, I see it in my mind.
Doggy is in the puddle.
And then Doggy was in the puddle.
Why can't I have psychic visions showing me winning lottery numbers?
Things like this happen to me fairly often, though. And it's been since I've had a kid. It's like I've developed another sense. I know what he's doing when I'm in a different room. I can tell by the noises I hear coming from his bedroom what he's doing. And I'm usually right. Lover has tested me more than once and I haven't been wrong yet. I even know what toy.
I'm also good at locating things that aren't mine. Especially Lover's stuff. I just know where everything is. Even stuff he drops. I tell him I'm magic.
It's probably more I put everything where I want it, therefore I know where it all is. And I play with all of those toys all of the time. Of course I know what they sound like. I'm incredibly familiar with my surroundings.
But Doggy in the puddle? I guess my two year old's just a predictable little brat. I saw that one a mile away. Doggy is now chillin' on the porch, drying in the sun. After he's dry and cleaned up, he's an indoor doggy once again.
Anyone else get those little "psychic moments" as a mom? Just curious.