In our home we all in some way help out at the supper time. I cook, darling daughter (11) sets the table, strapping son (14) and dearest daughter (16) takes turns with dishes & feeding the cats, and beloved hubby cleans the stainless pots. It's a well oiled machine! Ya, if ya believe that I've got some land for sale yada, yada, yada. Call me.
Here's where the friction rears up its head. (Get it? It's not so well oiled?! OK it's really early in the morning and I've only had 1/2 cup of coffee so far). I like the table cleared and dishes done immediately after supper, so I don't have to keep walking into a dirty kitchen. And you just never know when someone will pop by. Hasn't happened in a year and a half but you just never know. It's amazing to me how two teens who were sitting around or playing before supper now all of a sudden "have a ton of homework", "need to rest", "gotta phone someone", promised so-and-so they would play", "_____________________(insert your idea here)". They have such busy lives, poor dears. The dishes so just get in the way.
Last night however, dearest daughter disappeared right after supper to lay on the couch to read a book. She's really into "Peircing the Darkness" by Frank Perretti. Anyhoo, she's been in there awhile and the call of: "Dearest Daughter it's your turn to do dishes" has gone out. Then the call: "Dearest Daughter let's go, it's your turn". Then "Dearest Daughter, DISHES!" And finally, "GET YOUR REAR OFF THAT COUCH & GO DO DISHES". This people was her sage, teenaged reply (done with an absolutely straight face, mind you):
Dearest Daughter: "Ya I'm going. I have to work out a plan of attack."
Mom (Me): "What plan?" In a very skeptical tone.
Dearest Daughter: "Well, I have to decide whether to put my feet down first and then sit up, or sit up and then put my feet down, or just roll off the couch in one motion and land on my hands and knees. And then do I stand up or just crawl to the kitchen. I need to make a plan".
Mom: "Whaaa..?" Inside thinking: "Lord this is a test right? I'm to stay calm 'cause she's just pulling my leg, right?"
Where do they think of this stuff. I'm sure there must be some sort of class at school that they all take where they can learn and compose and share this stuff with each other so they have a aresenal built up. And it always changes so you are always forced to think on your feet.
I think I need a Plan, too, for all this teenage stuff. Step one: Find My Coffee! Step two: Ummm, ahhhh, Ya I'm thinking! I'm thinking.
Well just to let you know Dearest Daughter did get up quite quickly and did a great job with the dishes. I'll think I'll keep her after all. I better call that travelling circus and cancel them coming by for a pick up.
P.S. Does anyone know how to edit the dates on posts gone up?