The Katie Chronicles: The Subliminal Eye Roll Edition

The rest of the fam was gone on a Scout camping trip all weekend and they got home mid-afternoon. When they walked in, I was chopping onion for chili and listening to music as I usually do when I cook or clean or walk or drive or...anyway, Mary J. was on the music shuffle telling me to Work That, and so I showed them how happy I was that they were home by taking her advice. I worked that, by doing a little stove dancing while I put the onions in the chili. Ethan was first in the door and he instantly picked up what I was laying down. We did a little family twerking in the kitchen before he took his campfire-scented stuff and self down to the basement. Katie was next through the door and I got a semi-eye roll. No smile or anything. Ahh, the pre-teen years. She may not have actually rolled her eyes but I felt it in her vibe. No mother-daughter working it ensued. Sad face.  My delicious “welcome home” mom moves gave my husband a big smile, but he didn’t work it with me either. In fairness, he’s not a dancer and Katie said her throat hurt, but still. Jesus said a prophet has no honor in his home country and so it is in my house. I’ll be like Jesus and shake the dust off my yoga pants and live to groove another day. At least Ethan gets me.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=AXAK9nVBI3M