Yes... That's me, the Super House-Wife in Training!
Yeah right, who am I trying to kid?
Back to reality. It was a crash-course training week in house-wifely duties. Part 2 of a two part training session. Let's have a brief recap:
Monday, Day 1
I take the boys to work with me. They enjoy it, surprisingly! They look around every corner, into every cubicle they pass by, longing for a view at the elusive Mr. P. Lucky them, they got one, and I don't think that they totally blew my cover. He even introduced himself to them. How nice! Now that they've seen him in person, maybe they understand why he's "bewitched me, body and soul", although I tend to believe that he would make a better Mr. Darcy. Ahem. Back to the task at hand. Dinner was provided that night by a kind soul from church. We had Tots with our dinner. "Hey, are you gonna eat your Tots?" Yes, actually we did. We ate every last one. Thanks Napoleon. Then on to choir. After wards I bought the boys ice cream at Culvers because they were good at work and they didn't blow my cover to Mr. P.
Tuesday, Day 2
Rough day really. A co-worker at Tyndale died form melanoma on Thanksgiving and this was the day of her memorial service. Difficult because of 2 reasons: 1) She was my co-worker, and it's hard to watch them suffer their illness 2) She had the same kind of cancer Dad does. Follow my mind if you will. Do you see me imagining the funeral being for someone else much closer to me? If you did, then you saw what my mind did to me at the end. I came home rather a mess, and as Anonymous had to go to school that night, he called the Lady Fair to come and spend the evening with me. How kind and thoughtful of him, foreseeing my need. As you can gather, I only did the bare minimum of house-wifely duties that night, and after the Lady Fair comforted me in the absence of my own dear mother, we watched the Phantom of the Opera (is here, inside my mind) I went to bed feeling emotionally wrung out. Oh yes, dinner was provided again, but I won't complain about it being lasagna. (Although I might call it lagagsa)
Wednesday, Day 3
I've been ambushed! The common cold set a trap for me and caught me, or rather, I caught it! As the day goes on I begin to feel like I stayed up 24 hours in a row, not so, but I felt weary. The day itself went good though. Again, I was spared cooking, we had dinner at the house of Lady Fair and her family. The boys were at Bible study, so while we waited for them, we watched part of Willy Wonka. I was so cold. When we got home, I went straight to bed.
Thursday, Day 4
Gasp! I forgot to make my lunch! Or wait, no, that was yesterday. Whew! Let me sleep for 5 more minutes. La la la la la. Take shower, lolligag at picking out clothes, open shade... Oh my gosh! Snow! It's going to take 10 billion years to get to work! Hustle bustle, hurry hurry! Thank goodness for automatic car starters, I can begin to thaw out Mr. Prix while I'm still getting ready. Leave house, drive on slick road. Reach Rt. 53. Oh...my...word. Did people forget how to drive in the snow? Hello? This road is clear, so why are you gridlocked? 8:15 am. Reach work thanks to an alternate route. Chapel already started, so I have to stand in the back, clearly marking my tardiness. But I am not alone. Mr. P was tardy too. I get home late this day because I have to stay 15 minute extra to make up for tardiness. It feels like detention. I hurry home, no word on dinner. Messiah practice is drawing nigh, oh well, can't wait anymore, I'll cook dinner!! Dat ta daa! The first task of the house-wife: Cook grub! Mmmmm, it was good. The other dinner did come eventually, we still have it in the fridge, it was lasagna again, this time with spinach, a slight variation. We go to Messiah, it being the last regular practice, it goes longer than normal, my big list of things to accomplish goes unchecked, undone. Tomorrow, tomorrow, I'll still have it, tomorrow, it's only a daaaay a-waaay!
Friday, Day 5
I'm a poor little orphan. Actually, sticking with the house-wifely theme, maybe I'm nearing empty-nester. Imagine, I'm the mom. All my little boys have gone off into the great big world and left me a lone with the cat. No matter, I can check all those items off my list! But first; music! I need some. I ingeniously figure out how to connect my iPod to my computer speakers (detached from computer Geefe of course) and make the iPod play through them instead of the headphones. This does not go without thanks to the adaptor that I had to buy a while ago to connect the speakers to the computer. So I bring the whole kit and caboodle down to the kitchen and put iPod on shuffle. Begin work. Item #1, kitchen: Gasp, what a mess! Brothers don't really understand how to clean (or keep clean) a kitchen. I spend a lot of time here. Dinner comes, I eat it by myself. There were oatmeal raisin cookies too! (I had 4, don't tell anyone, and don't remind me of touch it to your lips, goes straight to your hips!) Then, I did another house wifely thing: I made scones for breakfast tomorrow, and on top of that, I experimented with the ingredients! I put in lingonberry sauce instead of dried cranberries. I'll see what it tastes like tomorrow. I hope they're good! Item #2, make mom and dad's bed. Who's been sleeping in it? They've been staying at their downtown suite with round the clock room service where the bellboys and clerks and maids all wear scrubs! Item #3, cat litter. Let's just say, I shouldn't have left it unchecked for the better part of a week, mistake. Minus 5 points for that, although I do that even when I don't have any house-wifely duties on top of the full-time job. Between jobs, I take some time out to waltz around the kitchen to my music with my kitty as my dance partner. I hope the neighbors didn't see.
So in conclusion, now you know why I haven't updated my blog in a week. I've been practicing house-wifely duties. Watch out for when I'm a real one! I'll hopefully have things a little more under control. Although I thought I did pretty good. Ma has NEVER left us children all alone to our selves in our ENTIRE lives for this long before. A+ for me!
Update:
Saturday, Day 6
Due to ... complications, my on the spot training of house-wifery continues. And so does the common cold that attacked me earlier this week. Um, yeah, I'm supposed to be singing in the Messiah tomorrow, but as of right now, my most powerful voice is this blog. Not good. My blog can't sing the hallelujah chorus, can it? For my duties today, I did all the laundry, and folded it. I don't think I'll get to put it away, or sort it out, but that's okay, it usually takes Mom 2 days to get all the laundry finished, and she's a pro! Hopefully she'll be pleasantly surprised upon her return home to see all the work she thought that she would have to do is already done. And I even had time to spend on my artistic endeavors. Maybe soon you'll be able to see some of my more recent works. I also just finished watching Love's Long Journey with Lady Fair. It was good. There was a beeg stvrong Norvegian man in the movie, and Lady Fair was making fun of me! She has this way of laughing at you that you almost don't realize she's doing it! Some fair lady! She looks at you, with a sort of squinty look, and snickers, and then snorts, and then laughs her head off! Okay, so maybe you do know that she's laughing at you. I guess it is kind of obvious. I love her for it though. The "Beeg stvong Norvegian man" needed "daaker hair though, jah" Anyway, I need to go fold some more laundry to complete my house-wifely tasks for the day. Until later,
-Lizzie
9 comments:
Wow. It's uh, late. I'm finally home. Matt did a great job. And the last one with Ariel, Arden, and Mart was so good. But you'll see it when Anon shows you the tape. He got some sweet biker wipe outs, too.
Wifely duties aren't that bad. I remember the first time my family went on vacation to visit WV without me because of work and classes. Dad and I were left for a week without my mom. It was very strange. The house stayed so clean while the boys and Kara were gone, they should "pretend" to be gone more often. It was good experience. Dads are good practice for husbands later. :o)
The only ones who made the messes were the dogs, but there will be none of those when our very cute little kiddies beg for one. They will, however, within reason, be able to own all the snakes their little hearts desire. Mommy likes snakes. And she won't even mind keeping little baby mice in the freezer.
Anyway. It's good practice. And I still need it. Mom says I'm going to start helping with the grocery shopping, meal planning and cooking. She's stressing the importance of being proficient in those skills *before* I get married. Especially since I'm told the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. I'll be an expert at fattening up my man. :oP
The Phaaaaaaantom of the Opera is theeeeeere, inside your mind...
Another way to the Phantom's heart is to do all his bidding to the point where he thinks he owns you. If you don't do all that he asks, he gets justs a *little* upset.
And the onions weren't *hard*, my sweet dear, they were just not mushy, how you like them(or how I like them, for that matter).
My mom makes great lasagna, and I shall practice making lasagna until it's perfect. Hopefully, that will be before everyone in my family starts hating it. :o)
Oh, my poor Lizzie. I wasn't laughing *you*. I was laughing at the guy's accent because he sounded norwegian and I was seeing if you noticed and I knew who it would remind you of. And later, we find out he really is Norwegian and it wasn't just my imagination.
Of all the random things...can you say hysterical?
:oP
Of course I can say hysterical, and yes, I'm exactly who it reminded me of. Why, it's Mr. P! He's such a handsome Norvegian, jah?
He's a vedy svtrong daark Norvegian man. Jah. Vedy svtrong and vedy haandsome. And much smaartar dan de vone in da moovie. ;o)
wow, you did work very diligently at your wifely duties. Loves long journey was good, but Missy looked WAY, WAY older than willie. They should not have cast her for the part. but it was still very good.
Meredith
Yeah, Missy did look older than Willy. They should've kept the old Missy from Love's Enduring Promise. Then it would have looked more...right. But if I imagined her to be the same Missy, it was better.
I agree, Lady Fair, thees Nevegian is smaater than the one in the moovie. He wouldn't tell criminals where Tyndale had all it's money buried!
-Lizzie
you guys are so funny - it's a joy to read what you write and then on top of it to read all the comments. Hope things are going well this week at home and with your dad.
You'd be so proud of me, Lizzie. I cooked made stromboli for dinner tonight. The only problem was that the recipe was in mom's head so I had no idea what I was making. There was alot of "Mom...? What do I do next?". I guess it's nice to have a walking talking interactive recipe book, though. :o)
For making it for the first time, it was pretty darn good. It didn't look beautiful(it sort of reminded me of a long, skinny, full, oozing colostomy bag). I didn't pinch the bottoms enough so it sort of blew up. Regardless of how strange it looked, it was really good.
I can add it to the list of things I cook. Besides anything with chicken. I love chicken, so I love to cook anything chicken. Especially chicken parmesan alfredo.
Now Anon won't get sick of chicken and starve. :oP
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