Mine, Mine and More Mine!!

When we started planning our trip to Washington, we did the usual planning and packing, but before we ever left, I called my grandparents and begged them for something. No not money...I begged my grandfather to please make a step-stool and then begged my grandmother to paint it! Now this may seem rather odd to most, but to me it was of the up most importance. You see when I was 3 years old my grandparents made and gave to me a step-stool complete with the date, my name and a teddy bear on the top. Now this was MY stool, however as time went on everyone in the house used it my mom, my brother, house guests, sometimes the dogs would stand their front feet on it, whoever needed it used it. When I moved away to college there was a short discussion about taking the stool, but my mom insisted she needed it and so it stayed at home. When I moved away to South Carolina there was no discussion, she was keeping it and that was it. In recently years, I have tried stealing it when visiting but getting it on a plane always seemed to be difficult. Sooooo when Anthony and I decided to drive to Washington this time, the first discussion was about me taking MY stool and of course, my mother would always proclaim that it was HERS! Now mind you, it has MY name on it and my grandmother will tell you that she gave it TO ME! A week or so before we were gearing about to leave the disagreement escalated to my mom stating that she was hiding the stool and that I could not have it, nor would I find it while I was there. Now, normally the stool was placed in the kitchen in one of the corners by the microwave, and it had been there for years. When we arrived to my parents house, I noticed it was not in its normal place. I never said a word, however, I did discover that it had made its way to the laundry room. Nice try Mom. I did not mention that I would be taking my stool at the end of the week, however, Anthony knew WE WERE NOT LEAVING WITHOUT THAT STOOL! Now lets back track a week or so before we had arrived I had called my grandmother to make sure the new stool was complete, she exclaimed in great distress that the stool had been built (thanks grandpa) but that she had not painted it. Now like most things, I insisted that it get done, my poor grandma had been planning a huge party and had quite a few people coming to visit (for the party) and seemed a little stressed about the whole ordeal, however, this whole stool ordeal was far more important. (Atleast to me!!) She promised she would have it done and I was thrilled. Now fast forward to Saturday the day of this huge party. We arrived early, as instructed by my grandmother. After our initial hugs, Anthony and I had a huge announcement, our baby, but we also had to give my mother her stool! So first things first the giving of the stool!!! My mother was happy to receive her new stool and I quickly stated I would be taking mine now, thank you!!! Next came the baby news, which was thrilling to share of course!! When we returned home that evening, Anthony went straight in the house, grabbed the stool and put it in the car!!! So now my little stool resides in our house and I have already used it! This precious little stool story may seem silly to most, but it was so important to me and it also drives home that my poor hubby really does live with an obsessive crazy person!!