Be Careful What You Wish For
I always wanted to have one of those houses where the kids congregated. I grew up with a friend whose house always had a fridge packed with food and whose couch was always comfortable for the *then* stylish Nintendo64. We all met there to go out places. Half the time we never made it out the door. We just stayed where we were comfortable. And, because his mom never interfered but never seemed too far away, we were never able to get into too much trouble.
I want(ed) that for my kids. Be careful what you wish for though, cause sometimes you get it. Friday night there were seven kids at my place watching a movie. For the record, I only have three. So I did what Nick's mom would have done. I ordered pizza and became the short order cook for drinks and snacks, and the referee for when things did not go right.
As my spouse was out enjoying a night of Christmas shopping, it was a hectic night of keeping everyone's stomachs full, minds challeged, and,for one, their bottoms dry. And I rolled along with that.
Saturday was no different. The doorbell rings constantly. And now, the kids just show up. They don't need to call. They know, if we are home, they are welcome. Sunday, saw an additional two kids playing in the backyard then warming up inside with the Nintendo. And more snacks.
What I never realized with Nick's mom was that she HAD to work. They could not have afforded all the groceries on just one salary. :-)
I want(ed) that for my kids. Be careful what you wish for though, cause sometimes you get it. Friday night there were seven kids at my place watching a movie. For the record, I only have three. So I did what Nick's mom would have done. I ordered pizza and became the short order cook for drinks and snacks, and the referee for when things did not go right.
As my spouse was out enjoying a night of Christmas shopping, it was a hectic night of keeping everyone's stomachs full, minds challeged, and,for one, their bottoms dry. And I rolled along with that.
Saturday was no different. The doorbell rings constantly. And now, the kids just show up. They don't need to call. They know, if we are home, they are welcome. Sunday, saw an additional two kids playing in the backyard then warming up inside with the Nintendo. And more snacks.
What I never realized with Nick's mom was that she HAD to work. They could not have afforded all the groceries on just one salary. :-)
posted by y-vonne at 5:39 PM
4 Comments:
Oh life is so delicious. Nothing, and I mean nothing , is ever fully understood until a person lives the experience.
I'll never forget the look on my mother's face the first time Nick walked into our kitchen, opened the pantry and helped himself to a box of crackers and a jar of peanut butter, took a knife out of the silverware drawer and headed back to the family room, completely unselfconsciously and without saying a word to my mother as she sat at the kitchen table.
Just wait 'til they're all six and a half feet tall and 200 lbs!
The solution here is one my parents practised: serve up really vile food. They'll never return.
I have childhood friends who still bring up the awful sausages my my father once cunningly made them eat.
Way back when my 2 kids were little, I was the "kool-aide" Mom. I didn't really like the neighborhood we lived in so I kept my kids home. All the kids were welcome to my house and I always knew where mine were and what they were doing and who with. That lasted till my divorce and the kids got older...I'd take back those younger years anytime.
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