Worming HIS Way Into Motherhood
Having been my children's primary care provider (i.e. Mom) for the last 17 years (I know, I'm old, SHUDDUP!) I look forward to impromptu school holidays, like Columbus Day, when I don't have to cook, clean or do anything special (like, cook or clean) normally associated with celebrating more traditional gift-giving and feasting-type holidays.
I kind of get excited when my husband, Garth (not his real name) happens to have the day off, too!
Still.
Working from home does have its disadvantages.
"When is So-and-So and What's Her Name coming over, again?"
We're helping a couple of friends out by sitting their kids, today (what's two more, right?) and by we...of course...I mean, Garth (not his real name!)
"I'm going to make a worm box!"
Aaaaand, I have to be honest, I am feeling a little threatened at the moment.
"Cool, can we help!"
Honestly, a worm box?
So, I went outside (seeing as I showered, got dressed and everything) to take a look at this fantastical worm box.
Aaaaand, not ONLY is it a fantastical way to get kids outside (so, mommy can get a jump start on a couple of writing projects this week) not to mention, actually convincing them that something low-tech, like digging for worms is, you know, fun (their names are Jeffrey, Skittles and Bob) but, Garth (not his real name) got a chance to demonstrate his multi-tasking skills, by cleaning out my shredder, too.
DAMMIT!
"Do you need any clean clothes for your trip, tomorrow?"
Aaaand, I'm okay with that AND totally crushing on my husband's feminine side...today!
(Disclosure: Garth (not his real name) just reminded me that my son and his friend wanted nothing to do with the outdoors and now they are ALL folding socks.)
Boys, however, ARE stewpid!
(Disclosure: I was able to convince the boys that...yeah...they REALLY would probably rather be outside, too.)
I win!