Posted by Kirsten Patel, Elementary Mommie-on-the-Run | Posted in The Elementary Mommy-on-the-Run | Posted on 14-10-2010
This is what happens when my husband takes my kids to the movies on the weekend and I have two hours alone in my house.
I think to myself that I will just do the dishes and clean up the kitchen, then I’ll sit and read my book. It’s going to be so relaxing. It’s takes me longer than I thought to clean up because I notice all the food my kids have dropped on the floor and I have to unload the clean dishes from the dishwasher before I can load it again. Before I sit down, I throw a load of laundry in the dryer. When I get my book and sit on the couch, the three baskets of clean laundry are taunting me. I have to fold it before I can relax.
After I fold the laundry, I decide to pour myself a Diet Pepsi before I sit down to read. While in the kitchen I notice the trash needs to be taken out. On my way to the garage, I decide to clean out all the trash out of my car as well. I find an empty yogurt container, several lollypop wrappers, about 500 pencils, some rocks and dead flowers, a tiny stuffed hippo in a tutu we’ve been looking for since Christmas 2005 and a few dried up wipes among other treasures.
When I go back inside to put a new bag in the trash, my eye catches my daughters Spellathon sponsor sheets. I realize I need to send an e-mail to everyone that sponsored her so they can collect the donations. I scan the tests and save them as jpeg files, and craft a thank you e-mail. After I send that e-mail I open a message from another mom from my other daughter’s class. I collected all the class dues and hold all the money. She needs to be reimbursed for something. I realize she sent this message several days ago and I never responded. I type a quick response, check my bank balance online quickly and go on a hunt for the checkbook.
When I go to put the check in my purse so I won’t forget to bring it to school, I notice what a mess the shoe baskets we keep in the front hall are becoming. I empty them out, get rid of shoes that no longer fit the kids and sort them into the correct baskets.
I suddenly remember that I was planning on making chicken marsala for dinner and I need to take some chicken breasts out of the freezer. While in the kitchen I glance at the recipe and realize we have no vegetable to serve on the side and I am all out of marsala wine. We are also almost out of milk. I make a quick list and run out to the grocery store. I get home, unload the groceries and pick up my book, my Diet Pepsi and make myself comfortable on the couch. Five minutes later my husband and the kids come home.
Here’s what happens if I take the kids to the movies on the weekend and my husband has two hours to himself in the house.
He waves good-bye to us and goes to the kitchen for a glass of water. He notices the lunch dishes still need to be done. He considers washing them, but notices that the dishwasher needs to be unloaded before he can put anything else in and decides to just leave them. He checks his e-mail and spends a few minutes on The BRO. He steps over the massive clean laundry pile and makes his way to his favorite spot on the couch.
He realizes there are at least three sporting events on TV. He mulls over which one to record on the DVR for later and which one to watch now. Then he dozes off for a while and wakes up when we walk in the door. He asks what’s for dinner.