Mama are we stealing?

Last weekend my husband said we should buy a cord of firewood instead of buying the small bundles every weekend at HomeDepot. So, when I came across a post on my mom's blog for free firewood, we jumped on it. The post gave an address and said it was neatly stacked on the side of the drive way, available first come, first served. We loaded the boys up in the van and took off to see if there was anything to be found. As we drove, I googled the address on my BB and sure enough there it was; a whole drive lined with firewood. There was a light on in the house and the tv was glowing. Since this was a post on the mom's blog, I didn't want to disturb a family in the middle of thier evening. We pulled up to the drive and all got out to start loading up.

Of course, my husband asked me to double check the address ... and I did. It was dark but I could just make out the numbers. Yep, this was the place. How many houses have a stack of firewood on their driveway?

My 5 year old then asks me in a very concerned voice, "Mama, are we stealing?" I answered, of course not. Mind you, we have never stolen before and I'm not sure why he would think we were going to start now with firewood of all things! At the same time, I kept feeling like we should talk with someone. I kept watching the windows to see if they were even going to acknowledge that someone was taking the wood off their hands.

My husband and I joked about how much wood there was and that we could even come back tomorrow if we wanted more. About this time, a big diesel engine pick up truck starts coming slowly down the street. We realize right away that the rest of the wood may soon be gone. He eventually stops in front of the house and rolls down the window to talk. We tell him to pull up because there's plenty of wood here!

Just as he gets parked and is on his way over, a woman comes out from two doors down and calls out for "Tom". I get a sinking feeling. Could we really be at the wrong house!! Yes, we could. She politely points to a beautiful pile of wood that "Tom", the guy with the big pick up, can take as we try to figure out what to do with the wood we have now "stolen" from her neighbors.

She was more than kind about the mix up, apologizing for the lack of a house number on her home and saying we can take the wood we have. She explained that we were actually being helpful since the homeowners were not well and really needed to get rid of the wood anyway. I gave her my contact information and told her to let us know if her neighbors "missed" the wood we took.

I'm a bit embarrassed and know it will take some time for my son to believe me when I say things like "we aren't stealing". Later he told his dad that he probably should have gone to get the wood by himself and left us at home. He also informed my husband that "Mommy's the boss of our house." I have a feeling he would like to hire a new boss!

Why Blog?

Everybody's doing it!

It seems I have a new story to tell about my life with two young boys every week. I always know the events will make a good story when they are happening but it isn't until I tell them that I realize just how funny/crazy/interesting my life is. I've lost count of how many times I have been told to write them down - mostly so the boys will get to read them when they are older and feel the embarrassment their mom felt at the time!

So, today I will begin writing down the adventures I call my life. I am sure there are a million other moms that have similar stories and if they find mine they will be able to totally relate. I look forward to the day I begin sharing these memories with the boys!