Unemployment - Day what?
So that job I had, what was that like? I can barely recall.
On Saturday, we did the long-anticipated and long-promised adult/child role reversal. We handed the kids some money at the market and let them buy things. My kids are obviously at different ages. The Boy had been planning a menu for a number of days and had a grocery list for various dishes that he’d painstakingly written out. Before we went to the farmer’s market, he checked over the cupboards and fridge to check off things that we already had. We saw him buying carrots, tomatoes, dried herbs, garlic, cucumbers, and various other items on his list. Mia had no plan other than to buy things for ‘the family’ and purchased cookies, white rolls, two potted containers of tulips, a jar of honey, and hair bobbles with plastic bears on them. She also got herself a balloon because, as she said, she was the adult and no one could stop her.
That was pretty much the way it broke down over the course of the day. The Boy took the weight of responsibility very seriously, and Mia mostly wanted to call me Mia and order me around.
Cooking dinner was fun. I’d purchased a red paring knife for The Boy as an introductory gift into the world of cooking. The ‘adults’ almost had a schism over it and Mia thought that making the cheese sauce wasn’t nearly as fun as chopping up vegetables and kept leaving off in the middle to pester The Boy while he was trying to wield his knife. (The sauce, I’m afraid, was a bit grainy.)
They sent Ulysses and I off to bed (we sneakily watched Volver on a laptop) while they did the dishes. In the light of the morning we discovered that most of the dishes still had an encrusted coating of cheese sauce.
On Saturday, we did the long-anticipated and long-promised adult/child role reversal. We handed the kids some money at the market and let them buy things. My kids are obviously at different ages. The Boy had been planning a menu for a number of days and had a grocery list for various dishes that he’d painstakingly written out. Before we went to the farmer’s market, he checked over the cupboards and fridge to check off things that we already had. We saw him buying carrots, tomatoes, dried herbs, garlic, cucumbers, and various other items on his list. Mia had no plan other than to buy things for ‘the family’ and purchased cookies, white rolls, two potted containers of tulips, a jar of honey, and hair bobbles with plastic bears on them. She also got herself a balloon because, as she said, she was the adult and no one could stop her.
That was pretty much the way it broke down over the course of the day. The Boy took the weight of responsibility very seriously, and Mia mostly wanted to call me Mia and order me around.
Cooking dinner was fun. I’d purchased a red paring knife for The Boy as an introductory gift into the world of cooking. The ‘adults’ almost had a schism over it and Mia thought that making the cheese sauce wasn’t nearly as fun as chopping up vegetables and kept leaving off in the middle to pester The Boy while he was trying to wield his knife. (The sauce, I’m afraid, was a bit grainy.)
They sent Ulysses and I off to bed (we sneakily watched Volver on a laptop) while they did the dishes. In the light of the morning we discovered that most of the dishes still had an encrusted coating of cheese sauce.