Saturday is a busy day at my house. Laundry, dogs, cleaning, dishes, kids running around, cooking breakfast lunch and dinner for my hungry boys. Basically its insanity, but pleasant insanity because Dexter is home and able to spend time with Flip.
Yesterday I was feeling sorry for a friend who has two crazy boys so and a husband out of town, so I offered to watch them while she ran an errand and took a nap. The ciaos began at one when Flips little friend came over. They destroyed his room, harassed the dogs, dug holes in the back yard and were really loud the entire time. Its funny how Dexter all the sudden had to go get food at the grocery store, then after lunch go check out a sale at HH Greg. Planned, I think not?
So I spend the day trying to do my normal Saturday routine along with watching the extra kid. Naturally I am exhausted by the time Dexter returns. By the time dinner is over I collapse in bed, but before I close my eyes I remember that boys of all ages must be reminded to do things that are logical and second nature to me. So I yell for Dexter to put the food away. "OK, I will," he says. And I drift easily into sleep knowing that things are taking care of...
...Its 1 am and I wake to strange sounds. I'm trying to make sense of them and once I become awake and aware enough I realize its THE DOGS. I stumble into the living room to see they have been feasting on the left over french bread loaf, hamburger buns and pasta left on plates that were never taken to the sink! Well FRICK. There is nothing more irritating than being woken from my peaceful slumber. And clearly telling Dexter to put the food away is not enough, I must specify exactly what must be cleaned up..."Clear the table, scrape the dishes in the trash can - not the sink - and then put the bread in the pantry," is what I should have said. Its kind of like telling Flip to clean his room..."Put the cars in the car box, the dinosaurs in the drawer, and your dirty clothes in the hamper." Although there is a 26 year age difference the message needs the same delivery.
Just before I go wake Dexter up to clean up the mess I see that he did cover my chocolate cake that I made yesterday. My anger subsides, my blood pressure lowers and I smile. Dexter knows me very well, he saved my chocolate source. So he can sleep (at least till the dogs start whining because they have the runs).
Leave me a mess and I get mad, but save my chocolate and you get to sleep in!
it was chocolate cake worth saving too!
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