Mothering 101

Yep, our canned dinner was a fantastic success last night. Erik left early to go play tennis. Every time he leaves for a tennis match I feel like crying–“No! Stay!Don’t leave me alone with these people!” But I know he needs to go– he’s given up so much for our family deserves some compensation for the pain.

He took our rented DVDs from the weekend with him to return and all the kids begged for new movies. “Sure.” I said. “Let’s just get dinner and this kitchen cleaned up and I’ll take you to the video store.”

Everyone started on their assigned tasks of clearing and wiping the table, sweeping the floor, washing the dishes and loading the dishwasher. While all this was going on Mary and Gabe crawled in the pantry and began making a paper towel/cereal box fort. Ben went upstairs to do homework and Stefan and Xander played with Automoblox cars while Hansie finished the dishes.

Soon, Mary joined the big boys and demanded they draw pictures of Wonder Woman for her–“Cause she’s super hero and she’s a girl and she’s my favorite.” None of the drawings passed muster with Mary critiquing them, “She’s too fat. Too skinny. Her hair is too crazy!”

OK, so those are pretty bad Wonder Woman drawings. That’s a W on her chest! 🙂

It was lovely, happy, creative chaos– the kind I only dream about on most evenings. At about 8:30 they finally looked up from their fun and said, “When are you taking us to the video store?”

“It’s bedtime cuties! Let’s clean this up and go to bed.”

Whine, whine, whine, whine. “But you promised.”

“I never promised and look guys, you don’t pack up happy creative kids in the car to go and rent movies– especially on a school night. It’s in Mothering 101.”

“Well,” Stefan observed with a grin, “obviously you have the 1990s version of Mothering 101– you need the 2000s.”

Resigned to their sad fate they began cleaning up. But Hans made the colossal mistake of telling Gabriel that picking up the plastic cups was his chore. You never say “chore” to Gabriel. It’s no biggie to say, “Please pick this up.” or “I need your help.” But you absolutely cannot say the word chore to that boy. It’s in my Mothering 101 manual. After fussing and whining he finally began to pick up the cups singing at the top of his lungs, “It’s a boring chore after all, it’s a dumb chore after all, it’s a rotten chore after all, it’a a bad, bad chore!”

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  1. StubbyDog

    September 21, 2007

    Michelle –

    It sounds like a delightful night! But I confess that upon first glance, the left-hand drawing of Wonder Woman struck me more as “Middle Aged Super Mommy”…complete with sagging bre@sts…LOL

    – Jeri

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