Do you remember the Onion article “Mom Spends Beach Vacation Assuming All Household Duties In Closer Proximity To Ocean”? We go on vacation to get away from our usual responsibilities, but somebody’s got to empty the dishwasher, right?
I am the mom in that story right now. I’ve been trying really hard to just chill and pretend I'm back in college and not worry about the messes my teenaged sons leave everywhere. But I eventually caved and just cleaned for the past 30 minutes. I even vacuumed, for Pete’s sake.
The nice family from whom we are renting this lake house include an 18-month old boy. Because of this, fingerprints cover the bottom two feet of all of their otherwise shiny appliances. You know where I’m going with this, but the stainless steel cleaner was right there in full view! I had to do it.
I don’t want the expense and calories of going out to eat for more than one meal a day, so the plan is for the three boys and me to take turns cooking. I’ll let you guess how that’s working out. (I do have access to the homeowner’s garden here on the lake, and last night I made spaghetti sauce from actual tomatoes for maybe the second time in my life. Don’t judge. I’m Irish. And anyway, it was good.)
So now that the carpets are free of cat hair and every dish is put away, my plan is to sit here and read (it’s pouring buckets here in New Hampshire) until one of my nice children decides to start making dinner.
I’m guessing tonight’s going to be one of those “Let’s pretend we’re in Europe and eat dinner at 9 o’clock” kind of nights.