Since last Saturday I am running against time. My daughter in law’s brother died of cancer in Ireland. She was inconsolable with grief. Her friends kept coming to offer condolences. She has left for the funeral of her brother. She will be away for three weeks now. I am left holding the fort.
I have to wash, cook and clean for three kids, no make it four to include my son, the eldest kid among them. I get up at five, say my prayers hurriedly and rush downstairs to make breakfast for them. Alongside I prepare their lunches, which the children take to school.
Yesterday I didn’t prepare lunch for the youngest one. I just put a chips packet and a cold drink in his lunch bag. Per d in law’s instructions my son went and deposited money for the lunches so that the youngest one can have it there. I B after coming back from school demanded, ” Why didn’t you give me a fish burger?”
I told him that his mother wanted him to eat at school till she comes back.
“No, I don’t want to eat at school. I didn’t like the pizza they gave me,” was his answer.
Today in the morning I made him finish his toast and milk. After brushing his teeth, changed his pj for a clean shirt and shorts. He was ready for the school bus. He came and poked at the left over fish on the tray. He told me, “It’s not supposed to be like this.” It crumbled when touched.
“How it’s supposed to be? I asked him.
“It should be hard,” was his answer.
Later on I realized his mother must have been microwaving it, whereas I baked it for twenty minutes.
This reminds me of my friend. She was looking after her sister’s two kids while the sister was in hospital. The aunt would make breakfast for them but the children wouldn’t like it.
“What’s wrong?” She asked.
One of the boys demonstrated it by burning the toast. He scraped it, then started munching it happily.
The second one Sn has told me,”I am irritated with you.” As to what he is irritated at, I have yet to discover. I can only guess at it. Probably with the salad I made last night. I didn’t find the vinegar, so I squeezed lemon juice on it.
The only happy fellow in the house is my son. And here I can correctly guess the real reason. He would have to do all the chores I am doing.😊