USE YOUR WORDS - May 2014

Today’s post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.

Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:

http://bakinginatornado.com                       Baking In A Tornado

http://batteredhope.blogspot.com                Battered Hope

http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/              Confessions of a part-time working mom

http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com            Someone Else’s Genius

http://fbxadventures.blogspot.com                 FBX Adventures (In Parenting)

http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/            Spatulas on Parade

http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/        Stacy Sews and Schools

http://www.outmannedmommy.com                 Outmanned

http://www.eviljoyspeaks.wordpress.com           Evil Joy Speaks

http://www.healingtomato.com                        Healing Tomato

http://themomisodes.com                           The Momisodes
http://www.JuiceboxConfession.com              Juicebox Confession

Your words are: gripping ~ constant ~ always in a pickle ~ which way is up? ~ relief ~ light

They were submitted by: http://batteredhope.blogspot.com

Let me tell you a gripping story about how life was when my oldest son was a little guy.  

He was quite hyper from the time he learned to walk (at 8 months) and was always in a pickle!! I had to stay on constant alert. He was fearless!!!!!

One day I started the washing machine, put in the detergent and went to get the clothes. When I came back with the clothes he was IN THE WASHER!!! Soap suds all over him. He was 1. How he managed to climb up the side of the washer I'll never know! 

Most days I didn't know which way was up!

He once crawled inside the dryer and shut himself in. I was running all over the house yelling his name. I finally heard him calling for help. 

One day when he was 5, he managed to open his bedroom window and jump out!! I saw him run past the living room window and was out the door after him. 

I have endless stories of ER trips and broken bones! Illnesses and injuries!

I can't tell you what a relief it was to get that child into adulthood!! I can still remember when I started to see the light at the end of the tunnel!

I tell him that he is responsible for every grey hair on my head!