“Honey,” Hubs began. “We want to talk to you about something.”
I looked at him quizzically, and then studied my children’s faces. The three of them stared back at me with silent resolve. What had prompted them to band together against me? My mind scanned for possible issues.
Maybe I haven’t done so great keeping up with the laundry, but I bought everyone extra undies so they won’t run out. Besides, don’t YOUR arms work?
True, a thin layer of dust blankets every surface in every room, but I’ve been writing a novel. So, now you don’t want me to pursue my dream?
I’ll admit that meals lately have skewed toward quick and easy rather than wholesome and healthy, but it’s still food, isn’t it? It’s not like you’re going hungry.
“Mom, you have a problem.” Son’s voice was soft yet firm.
“What is this?” I huffed incredulously. “An intervention?”
“Yes,” they replied practically in unison.
Last weekend when I was out of town, Hubs found my stash tucked away in the guestroom closet. Then the kids told him about the guy who brings my stuff. People come to our door so often I honestly didn’t think they noticed.
“You’re always telling us to make good choices,” Daughter scolded. “You need to take your own advice, Mom.”
It has gotten worse since I quit working, but I was shocked that my family knew how out of control I’ve become. I guess I can’t wave it off as a casual habit any longer.
“This has to stop. So I’ve changed your password.” Hubs, usually so laidback, was standing his ground. “You won’t be ordering anything else from Amazon.com for a while.”
This week's Trifecta writing challenge: The entry must be 33-333 words and include the
word "band," as defined below:
to gather together: unite <banded themselves together for protection>
Word count: 333