I get up early and start making my list of the things I have to do today.
- Strip the bed and wash the sheets
- Clean the bathroom
- Vacuum
- Dust the furniture
- Write the grocery list
- Buy the groceries
- Write a posting for my blog
- Peek at my email at work
- Fold the clothes I didn’t do yesterday
- Buy Turtle some food (yeah, the turtle’s name is Turtle)
- Work on Alyssa’s prom dress
And then I hear it.
A small sound.
Familiar.
“Mo-om”…two syllables.
“Yes?”
“I’m hungry.”
Ah. Alyssa is getting better.
She doesn’t want breakfast food and she is starving. Great! I still have the homemade chicken soup from yesterday and that does the job nicely.
Now I’m back to my chore list and figure that I will actually start doing things instead of making myself depressed with an even longer list.
Strip the bed.
Check.
Wash the sheets.
Half a check because they are still turning around in the washing machine.
Clean the bathroom.
Check.
Again the same sound from earlier in the morning.
“Mo-om.”
“I’m thirsty.”
I’m happy to get the poor girl something to drink, but I’m thinking, is this the same girl who told me a few months ago “I’m grown up already”???
Inwardly laughing.
Mission accomplished. Liquid nourishment has been delivered.
Back to the list.
Write the grocery list.
Well, this requires rummaging around in the kitchen and that makes me want to clean out the refrigerator. Have you ever noticed how no one else can tell that the refrigerator needs cleaning out?
“Mo-om.”
While walking to her room I’m thinking that I am getting plenty of exercise today.
“I’m hungry again. I want a fat sandwich.”
Easy enough.
One fat sandwich coming up.
Very easy recipe.
Chicken-Ala-Mom
1 pkg of skinless chicken cut into strips (if frozen, zap in the microwave for a couple minutes so that you can cut it)
3 tablespoons of olive oil in the pan on medium-high heat
3 teaspoons minced fresh garlic (I keep a huge container in my refrigerator)
3 teaspoons Mrs. Dash original
1 teaspoon black ground pepper
Put it all in the pan and cook on both sides until brown.
Peek at email for work.
I peeked. It felt like a million emails wanted me to read them.
Check.
Just remembered the sheets that have long since been washed.
Put them in the dryer.
“Mo-om.”
“I want ice cream.”
Alyssa is REALLY feeling better.
Breyer’s ice cream was on sale last night and Tom purchased Chocolate and Buttered Pecan.
Looks delicious, but I’m on a roll with my chores and I don’t want to stop to eat any.
Ice cream delivered and Alyssa is happy again.
Walking out of her room I started thinking…
Teenagers are funny. They are so independent when they want to do something and helpless when they don’t want to do something or they are sick. If I ever doubt whether she is grown up or not, all I have to do is to look around her room.
Posters on the wall of various guys.
And directly under all those posters…
An old stuffed toy pig.
So where am I on this list of mine.
Vacuum.
Check.
Ugh. Start folding the clothes.
I gotta laugh because I hear the familiar sound of Queen Alyssa.
“Mo-om.”
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