IT'S MONDAY
After school and a visit to the car wash, both Jack and Ada were sent to an early bedtime (about 4:30) for frank disobedience and complete lack of respect for their impatient mother.
I updated Sam on my latest disciplinary tactic. We had a conflict. He reminded me that our family was in charge of the Family Home Evening program at a couple of local care centers. We agreed (six months ago) to play some music, as a family.
By this time however, both Jack and Ada were sound asleep. I also pointed out that it would lead to a summer of suffering if we cave. He readily agreed that we couldn't back down and let our rebellious twins out of bed. They must be taught a lesson!
But finding a sitter on a Monday night in Utah is nigh impossible. So we asked Eddie if he would be willing to hold down the fort, while Dad and Mom go do a Parents Only Family Night. I told him I would call and check in. We would be gone for about an hour, max, and only a few blocks away.
We had a ball. We jammed. We sang. Only one lady seemed distressed by our performance. (Once we began playing she started yelling "help!" "HELP!" "HELLLLLLP!").
We moved on to the next place and had an equally good time. Sam helped bring some people into the common area and hit it off with a sweet lady named Ethel. She came in with a quilt wrapped around her saying she felt like she was in the Arctic. Sam hustled back to her room and brought an afghan. He was chatting with her as he lay the blanket over her lap and feet and tucked her in. I enjoyed watching his sweet face as he laughed and smiled and tucked, making sure Ethel was comfortable. Charming fellow, my husband.
We were having so much fun, we stayed a little longer than an hour and I began to get nervous for Eddie. So I called him up.
I ask Eddie how he's doing. "Fine." (I could sense hesitation). "What's up sweetie?" I ask. "Um. Well... Jack and Ada woke up and they were hungry and so I decided to microwave some hot dogs. I wanted them really cooked so that they were juiceless. So when you come home, if it smells and is smokey, that's why." "Wait. What? How long did you cook them?" I ask. "Well, I wanted them to be juiceless." Eddie replies. "Right." (I got that part.) "HOW LONG did you cook them, Eddie?" I press. "I pushed ninety-nine. I wanted them to be juiceless. But then the microwave started smoking so I took them out early..." He explains.
"I bet there was no juice left in those suckers," I say. "Yea" he says. "Please tell Dad not to be mad". I reassure him that Dad's not mad (He was laughing, actually).
When we got home, I could NOT believe the smell. It was utterly foul. Sam and I were trying to describe how putrid the smell was. It was like the smell of fleshy-charred- grease- feet. NASTY, NASTY!
While we were gone, the poor kids tried to eat the 99 minute hot dogs because they didn't want to waste food. But they had to end up throwing them away. Sam and I peeked in the garbage. They had turned into charcoal.
We brought home dinner, let all the kids come outside to eat while we aired out the house. Ada went to bed with a tummy ache (can't imagine why).
I wonder what Tuesday will bring...
After school and a visit to the car wash, both Jack and Ada were sent to an early bedtime (about 4:30) for frank disobedience and complete lack of respect for their impatient mother.
I updated Sam on my latest disciplinary tactic. We had a conflict. He reminded me that our family was in charge of the Family Home Evening program at a couple of local care centers. We agreed (six months ago) to play some music, as a family.
By this time however, both Jack and Ada were sound asleep. I also pointed out that it would lead to a summer of suffering if we cave. He readily agreed that we couldn't back down and let our rebellious twins out of bed. They must be taught a lesson!
But finding a sitter on a Monday night in Utah is nigh impossible. So we asked Eddie if he would be willing to hold down the fort, while Dad and Mom go do a Parents Only Family Night. I told him I would call and check in. We would be gone for about an hour, max, and only a few blocks away.
We had a ball. We jammed. We sang. Only one lady seemed distressed by our performance. (Once we began playing she started yelling "help!" "HELP!" "HELLLLLLP!").
We moved on to the next place and had an equally good time. Sam helped bring some people into the common area and hit it off with a sweet lady named Ethel. She came in with a quilt wrapped around her saying she felt like she was in the Arctic. Sam hustled back to her room and brought an afghan. He was chatting with her as he lay the blanket over her lap and feet and tucked her in. I enjoyed watching his sweet face as he laughed and smiled and tucked, making sure Ethel was comfortable. Charming fellow, my husband.
We were having so much fun, we stayed a little longer than an hour and I began to get nervous for Eddie. So I called him up.
I ask Eddie how he's doing. "Fine." (I could sense hesitation). "What's up sweetie?" I ask. "Um. Well... Jack and Ada woke up and they were hungry and so I decided to microwave some hot dogs. I wanted them really cooked so that they were juiceless. So when you come home, if it smells and is smokey, that's why." "Wait. What? How long did you cook them?" I ask. "Well, I wanted them to be juiceless." Eddie replies. "Right." (I got that part.) "HOW LONG did you cook them, Eddie?" I press. "I pushed ninety-nine. I wanted them to be juiceless. But then the microwave started smoking so I took them out early..." He explains.
"I bet there was no juice left in those suckers," I say. "Yea" he says. "Please tell Dad not to be mad". I reassure him that Dad's not mad (He was laughing, actually).
When we got home, I could NOT believe the smell. It was utterly foul. Sam and I were trying to describe how putrid the smell was. It was like the smell of fleshy-charred- grease- feet. NASTY, NASTY!
While we were gone, the poor kids tried to eat the 99 minute hot dogs because they didn't want to waste food. But they had to end up throwing them away. Sam and I peeked in the garbage. They had turned into charcoal.
We brought home dinner, let all the kids come outside to eat while we aired out the house. Ada went to bed with a tummy ache (can't imagine why).
I wonder what Tuesday will bring...
8 comments:
Oh goodness! It sounds like all of you had quite a night, I hope the smell goes away soon... I love reading your posts they are always such a blast.
hilarious.
sweet eddie, juiceless!!?!
great memory.
Great night!
(sigh) *chuckle* you will never be short on good stories. ;-) xox
Oh, I know that horrid smell! Curtis tried to cook his hot dog really good one time and ended in the same results.
I hope the smell is gone now!
LOL!! That is hilarious! What a good little babysitter :)
I am still wiping tears from laughing so hard. That is one of the best stories I've ever heard! I love it!!
99 minutes, huh? I usually find about 30 per hot dog does the trick. But then I've never been treated to a juiceless hot dog. I'll have to try that.
GJ
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