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Sunday, February 19, 2006

Playing Mom

At this very moment, my mom is in Chicago. She's gone for the weekend to see my grandpa who recently had some leg surgery. This may be pretty surprising for many people, but it's the first time in my life that my mom has been away from my brother and me for more than 24 hours. Yes, it's a really weird feeling for us, but we're doing quite alright for the first time (as opposed to the insanity attacks that many people would have otherwise--just kidding!). So, where do most of the responsibilities fall? Onto my lap, of course! It's been a nice experience--I'm actually doing the dishes for once (not like I've never done it before--but who gets time during the school week?)!

I'd have to say that the main issue over here is food. When my mom was here, we didn't care what we ate or when we ate, as long as we were fed. Now that I have to put the meals together, I'm figuring out where she keeps the teabags, the cooking utensils, the dishwashing detergent...OH, and I learned how to work the dishwasher! YAY ME! I managed to cook a little bit of Indian food without burning anything...or many things... and I realized how much I spoil my brother when my mom isn't around! I mean, I made him a "royal" breakfast and this awesome pistachio/oreo ice cream desert after dinner... and I let him eat some junk! Ha! I spoiled myself too--boxed Thai noodles and lemonade for dinner...mmm...

I guess the entire moral of the story was I got to know my kitchen a little better and I realized how much work it takes to make a meal, and I didn't even cook half as well as my mom! I can't wait until she gets back tomorrow afternoon!

1 Shammints:

Ashley M said...

Congrats! My mom always has business stuff, so whenever stuff like that comes up, I try to help out as well. It's kinda funny, I really only know how to cook grilled cheese and noodles, so that's what Brooke has to deal with if I make dinner, but most of the time she's cool with it. I am like you, I spoil her too when my mom is running late or whatever. I mean, who can say no to those sad puppy eyes that she pulls? Good luck until your mom comes home!