May 25 2010
I can’t be bothered with dinner. Summer’s here!
“Mom! I’m hungry!” I glance up from my shovel and notice offspring belonging to me is standing nearby looking at me with indignation and, apparently, hunger pains. “Um, okay. Go fix a quesadilla. Can you do that?” “I don’t want a quesadilla.” “Hmm, how about a hot dog? Can you warm up a hot dog?” Offspring nods happily and trots off toward the house. I breathe an internal sigh of relief. Problem solved. And, I didn’t have to stop what I was doing, which was digging in the backyard. I’m trying to cover up the hundreds of feet of pipe that makes up our sprinkling system. It’s not easy work, and I when I get going I don’t like to be interrupted, especially for silly things like feeding my children. Is it just me or do meal times seem much closer together in the summer? Breakfast seems just a few moments ago and the children are hungry again. Thank goodness for microwaves. It’s a happy day indeed when your kids figure out how to read the numbers and push the buttons. All I have to do is shout out instructions from the yard: “Push three, zero, then start! The green button! That’s the start button!” There have been a few mishaps. For example, chicken nuggets cooked in the microwave for three minutes on one side are not nearly as edible as those that have been cooked for thirty seconds. Also, my children quickly learned (to their fright and my amusement) that one must remove all silverware from the plate before putting it in the microwave. It’s alright. A few sparks and small sacrifice of a bit of “meat” and breading is worth being able to work uninterrupted for a few hours outside. Yes, I have decided that summer is here. And no, I don’t want to hear from those of you suffering from OCD about June 21st technically being the beginning of summer. And yes, I realize there were three inches of snow on the ground yesterday morning. Nevertheless, summer is here. Children attending school will soon be finished this week. I have partaken of the first small harvest from our garden. And, I let my children run amok and fend for themselves for meals while I happily scraped about in my rocky maze of sprinkler trenches. All of which lead me to this declaration: It’s summertime! Now, go fix yourself a dang quesadilla. (name that movie)
Gosh would that be “Napoleon Dynamite”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
napoleon dynamite! we say that all the time at our house. i know what you mean about dinner. cory and i always talk about how simple life would be if there wasn’t a need to eat. think of the money and time we would have on our hands!!
LOL. Sounds very much like me yelling from my bed in the morning when I need more sleep(which is every morning)… “Push One, One on the remote!”…”and turn it down!”
Haha…Love it! I have to laugh at that last comment because we are not at home and I was so frustrated that Emmit couldn’t figure out how to get a movie going when he woke up early this morning. And….just now he came in the room saying “Mom…I want a quesadilla.” What timing!