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New Day. New Week. New Critic.

Mum. What do you do all day when I'm not with you? Do you just sit here and do nothing? Because I think about you when I'm at school and what you're doing and if you're just on the couch or just back in bed or just on your phone.

It didn't help that I was sitting across from her half asleep, cold and in my pajamas and robe at 7.40am. So I sent her off to school this morning and thought about her comments at breakfast.

When you go to school I do your laundry.
You know, the clean clothes you put on for one minute then throw into the washing basket just because you don't want to wear those colors today. 

I clean the kitchen.
You know, the kitchen that you and your 23 year old sister neglect every morning.

I take out the trash.
You know, the trash that you stuff everything and anything into and when it's full, you place it strategically on the revolving lid so it doesn't revolve anymore.

I refill all the water bottles.
You know, the ones I actually don't drink out of that are left around the kitchen.

I fold your clothes.
You know, the clothes you turn upside down in the drawer trying to find that one Shopkin at the bottom of it.

I clean your room.
You know, the room you don't even sleep in.

I clean your toys.
You know, aka: Digging the Shopkins out of the kinetic sand in the middle of the floor.

I make my bed.
You know, the bed you sleep in with me every night because you're too chicken to sleep in yours.

All that by 8.33am .. and school hasn't even started yet.

I take a shower ...

... and take advantage of you not being here by being luxurious and using shower gel.
You know, because the minute I get in you're knocking at the door and asking when I'm getting out.

I vacuum the floor.
You know, because someone has to clean the kinetic sand.

I plan the week.
You know, because you can't.

I make tea to cool down all day to drink before bedtime.
You know, so you can tip it out because you want to use that particular cup because it has the straw in it.

I light the fire to keep the house warm.
You know, so you don't get cold when we come home in the evening.

I play a little Beyon-she-he-he.
You know .. because I'd otherwise have to listen to Roar by Katy Perry, on repeat.

I fill the wood bins.
You know, because your little self can't carry the heavy ones.

By then it's 10am and you know the clock is 5 minutes fast because a faster clock means an earlier bedtime.

Then I decide to go visit Nan and get into the car and see imprints of you there too.

So I go to Nans.

And I clean the car .. somewhat.

Mummy Mitchy drops off Avi while I'm at Nans.
You know, because she's high maintenance too and Mummy Mitch is about to have a Manic Monday herself.

So I play with Avi and the Santa nesting doll.

And I try to make her crawl.

But her patience wears thin.

So we watch the rain.

And she finally falls asleep after 30 minutes of trying not to.

Then I pick you up from school and drop you off with Mummy Mitch and wait for Shaily at the bus stop .. and we watch adults play Pokemon Go from the chapel car park for ten minutes.

Then Shaily and I go to work.

After we spent an hour or two at The Livians and after I get to hear you cry, Rome cry, even Ngawi cried tonight and moan and fight .. we finally come home after a treat of McDonalds for dinner. I then get to listen to you read your books from school that day and even though I'm rolling my eyes because you're sounding the word HAD out wrong (H-h-h-e-e-a-a-d), I'm still awake and listening.

And we write your learning words up on the fridge whiteboard and run through them a few times.

Now it's 7.40pm .. on the dot. I should be watching an hour long winter episode of Shortland Street, but I'm hearing Penn Zero Part Time Hero from the Disney channel. The fire went out because the text I sent Tyler to load it was neglected and someone spilled my tea all over the bench. Soon you're going to fight me about brushing your teeth and going to bed and when I crawl into bed later tonight, you'll be on my side fast asleep drooling on my tri-pillow.

So child ... I don't stay home and do nothing all day.
Those days are saved for Thursdays.


Me said…
i think its funny when kids begin to realise you exist when they aren't there. i had a kid about hubs age in my old class who saw me at the store and he was like "do you have to get groceries too??" and i was like "yeah dude, i have to make dinner i'm hungry." and he was like "YOU EAT DINNER??"

they are still developing object permanence, and are sometimes, essentially labrador retrievers :)
Anonymous said…
Great answer!

I thought of you while watching the NZ women play rugby in the Olympics. I didn't know women played rugby!

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