I’ve got to hand it to my kids. Because TheDad is absolutely swamped at work (and has been for about a month now, with a bunch of unrelenting project deadlines) they were largely left on their own this week while I was at the writing conference.
There were a few “distress calls” in the form of text messages from the Big Kids, but the issues were minor ones.
I’m going to reproduce some text messages/exchanges exactly as they happened–grammar and spelling issues notwithstanding.
Big Brother: “How do i use dishwasher” That was the simplest one to handle.
I’m pretty proud of myself for not losing my mind over that. To be fair, I will admit here and now that one time I poured the bleach in that “middle thing” that is supposed to be for fabric softener.
Which reminds me. I need to go run the washing machine with vinegar in that “middle thing” right now to rinse out the rest of the soap.
Big Brother cooked dinner for two nights. That’s not really newsworthy in itself, since he cooks at college all the time. But he outdid himself this time–he served edamame one night as a side, and apparently Little Brother “destroyed” it.
On Thursday we had quite the detailed textversation about whether (and at what temperature) he could put my Very Favorite Skillet into the oven. I told him exactly what kind of pan it was–it’s my one piece of *really good* cookware and I’m
obsessively kind of protective of it–and sent him off on a Google search to find out. (Apparently, it’s good up to 500°.)
That was quite entertaining for everyone in my table.
Middle Sister announced, upon my arrival, that she will make a good housewife.
There were no dirty dishes in the sink and the clean ones were put away.
I do need to teach my kids how to properly load a dishwasher, as I’m
obsessive particular about that (and I have mad Tetris skillz that translate well to dishwasher-loading).
And all 3 of our cordless phones had gone AWOL. I’ve been home for over 4 hours but I’ve only found two so far.
But all in all, they did a great job. They ate well, kept the place just about as neat as it is when they’ve got adult
nagging supervision, got Little Brother to and from our town’s recreation day camp and one soccer practice, and dealt with him when he wasn’t at camp or soccer. And Middle Sister’s doing a show at the same time.
I’m gratified to know that I’m not obsolete yet (as evidenced by the small difficulties they encountered) but that they’ve proven themselves to be quite independent when they need to be.