Skitzy Chicks

Four Kids In Glue

When Carrie and I sit down to write our comedy sketches geared toward Moms it doesn’t take us very long to come up with ideas. All we have to do is look at each other and ask “So what happened to you today?” and we’re off. Our lives are comedy, sprinkled here and there with a bit of drama, action and science fiction, mix homemade slime and the forgotten peanut butter and jelly sandwich and you can grow some pretty interesting stuff.

With four children I am happy to say that I am able to contribute quite a bit of material to our growing repertoire. Whether it is the cautionary tale of the “The Blind Dog, The Naked Three Year and the Ice Cream Sandwich”, don’t ask, or the quasi Shakespearian tragedy of “It’s 2:00 p.m. and only 12 Fluid Ounces of Diet Coke in the Fridge” my life provides seemingly unending opportunities for material. I am not sure that I should be please by this but, oddly enough, I think I am. As an artist I look at all the funny, exasperating, poignant events in my family’s life like the large palette of colors I use when I create a painting. These events give me the opportunity for depth, texture and illumination. Remove some of the colors from the palette and I have limited the painting’s potential.

Now let me be honest enough to say that I do not always recognize these events as “palette expansion” opportunities. For example, after a four-night stay in the hospital with my three year old, who suffered a dog bite to his “privacy”, (see afore mentioned title) I found myself kneeling by a toilet begging the stubborn tot to, “show the nice nurse how he could fill up the cup,” and mentally abusing my husband for not being there to help in the negotiations. I completely missed adding this color to my palette. The paint wound up right on the floor. Okay, okay, enough with the metaphors…I didn’t want to be there in that hospital worried about my son’s health, missing my husband and other three children and sleeping on the hospital’s version of a sleeper sofa. I’d advise you ask for an upfront description of the sofa by the way, they have a very loose definition of the word “sleeper”.

Today I look back on that experience and realize that I shared some very special moments with my youngest son; the wagon ride down the hall to “ooh and aah” over the pretty fish in the fish tank, snuggling in a hospital bed at 2:00 a.m. watching Scooby Doo and waiting for pain medication to kick in…sharing strawberry jell-o and a smuggled in Ding-Dong over IV lines.

There are too many of these stories to relate in a few paragraphs, next time I’ll tell another…think messy suburban, allergic reaction, four kids and a very nice but slightly haggard Fireman. While these tales from my life have found their way into many of our sketches hopefully providing some laughs and perhaps a few tears, for me… they have created the most beautiful picture and I wouldn’t trade them for the world.  

Written by Melinda