One Kid…
Having one child at home overnight…. easy, peasy. Fucking lemon squeezy!
My eldest child chose karate and staying home with mum over camping in sub-zero weather, no propane for propane heater (”Jesus Christ, woman, we’re just gone for one night.”), carcinogenic weinies, and a porta-pottie. Oh, and again, no propane for the heater. In temps that dropped below freezing.
The kid’s nine. He knows from stooo-pid!!
So I had some good company with my frozen pizza and AI. One nine year old boy, given he has a little time in front of one screen or another, is fun to be around. Downright helpful, in fact. Without any drama.
We picked out groceries together. We cooked together (yes, I said frozen pizza- it still needs to be cooked!). We made some lovely strawberries and whipped cream for dessert together. We CLEANED UP together. We got all cozy and settled in and read a chapter of The Golden Compass together. We muddled and stumbled over big, long, ridiculously unfamiliar words together. And, finally, we got all cozy and settled in for an evening of TOOB together.
It wasn’t my night alone. I’d have liked that.
This was better.
