“You do too much,” my husband tells me as we drive around, spending much needed time out of the house, while still social distancing. He knows I’m told this regularly by my sixth graders and apparently I’m bothering him now.
“No one has said that to me for over a week,” I respond.
“Does it makes you feel better?” he jokes.
“Actually…yeah..it does.” I can’t wait to be told I “do too much” again… I miss them!
I walked in and turned the corner to see her little face pressed up against the grey mesh gate. Each time I return home, I can count on this. “Hi!” she said and then walked away, back to what she was doing.
I looked around and everything was as I had left it. Phew! It was the first time I left my teenage son home alone with his one year old sister. It was less than an hour,required no diaper changes, and he’s more than capable. But still. I started babysitting before his age. But still. Phew!
“She made me read all the books,” he said, obviously less than thrilled.
I smiled, “Everything was fine then?” The anxiety I had been feeling since I left slowly draining.
“Yeah,” he replied. “But she wouldn’t take a nap with me. I kept trying.”
“Well, I’m home now. You can take nap.” And within a few minutes, he was asleep on the couch.
“What?” I asked. Confused, but cautious. Cranky middle schoolers like to claim that holding them past the bell is breaking the law…this could be anything.
“You broke the law!”
Eyebrows raised, I just looked at her. Waiting.
“How could you get Dunkin Donuts instead of Starbucks?! You broke the law!” she said exasperated. She obviously didn’t understand why I was confused. How could I have not known what she was talking about?
Looking back, I guess I should have known. Kids notice everything. Kids don’t adjust to change well, even in middle school. And…this particular kid begs me to bring her Starbucks regularly. Sorry for breaking the law, M!
“Say, ‘Don’t tell me what to do Mommmm!” my husband tells our daughter. (He’s so helpful.)