I’m making supper in a desultory sort of way. It will be dished up at some point to those who appear at the table.
And I did not care because I did not have to cook it. :)
After 3-1/2 hours of deep conversation with Daughter #1, I took Son #3 to the Army Recruiting Office for weekly something or other, then got Daughters #2 and #2 to gymnastics for the grizillionth time. Then to our regular date at Taco Bell for The Usual; inexpensive, satisfying, and not abhorrently unhealthy. It’s all fresh, anyway.
My Tween and Teen are trading fewer Barbies and more barbs.
[cue 7 second cut of “Ode To Joy”]
Shadows lengthen across the scene as a grim rider stares down the onrushing blast of meteorological inclemency; townsfolk scurrying for the hoped-for safety of homes and businesses with cries of “Run!” “Get inside!” and “Hide!”
When Dr. James Dobson entitled one of his many books “Parenting Isn’t For Cowards” he pretty much said it all.
Son #1 phoned yesterday as he was trying to get a Doctor’s Note saying he was too badly sunburned to wear the shoes necessary to do his regular job. He hadn’t any idea SPF 50 didn’t mean you couldn’t stay out in the solar radiation all day long in just swim shorts. Kids all think they’re Iron Man...
Of course, he’s a contractor, so there’s no benefits package and all of this is going to be out-of-pocket. More life lessons, there.