This post is dedicated to all single parents. One week alone with my three boys hardly qualifies me to count myself among this exclusive club, but I’m certainly gaining added respect.
Episode 1: Please Do the Dishes
My boys frequently do the dishes, especially when their mom is home. So one would think this would be no big deal. But you know those dishwashers that have a built-in dispose-all?
You know, the one with the ad where the beautiful model places a full cake she had just frosted into the dishwasher on a plate and turns it on for a regular cycle. And then after the cycle is done she opens it up and all there is is a perfectly spotless cake plate. You know that dishwasher?
Well that is not the dishwasher we have.
Perhaps they think their dad is a pushover; not detail-oriented enough to notice their gross negligence in the area of rinsage.
Well the flood on the kitchen floor and the cornbread grit stuck to every plate and every glass told the story.
Episode 2: That’s Gonna Leave a Mark
Of necessity, my boys have learned how to prepare a simple meal. Quite often, their choice is refried beans with tortilla chips. (Yes they got their dad’s sophisticated palette.)
Friday evening I emerged from my dungeon office to see what the boys were hungry for. I found my oldest son, Spencer, nursing a cut on the tip of his middle finger.
Sorry did I say cut? It was a coarse-edged gash still oozing blood 10 minutes after he’d done it. Done what, you say?
Apparently he tried to tear the lid off the top of the semi-opened can by applying significant force to the jagged edge of the lid with his fingertips.
Now we’ve spent significant time in the ER over the years. Last fall, Spencer spent about five hours one afternoon trying to get the S-curve out of his arm, but that’s another story.
I knew, and Spencer knew instinctively that his finger needed stitching (something about seeing the white fibrous muscle, probably). But the prospect of spending Friday night in the ER compelled us both to delay.
I called the neighborhood Doc to seek a professional opinion. He didn’t answer. So we bandaged it up the best we could, trying to force the two rough edges together.
In the morning, we removed the bandage to find that it wasn’t holding together, at all. We called the Doc. We were ready to go into some detail describing the cut to get his expert opinion on whether it needs stitching or not.
“Let me make this very simple. If it happened yesterday evening and it’s about 10am now, you missed the typical stitching window.”
I honestly did not know there was a “stitching window.” For the record, that window is within four to six hours after the incident.
That is going to leave a serious mark.
Episode 3: Sunday Dinner
I actually love to cook. But my wife is so territorial in the kitchen, I’ve fallen out of practice. So I’m experiencing something of a culinary rebirth.
We used to listen to a radio show in Portland where people would call in with a handful of random ingredients and the chef/host would tell them how to put those things together into delectable, if somewhat unlikely, dish.
With my wife in Africa, I finally got to play that game.
One roasted chicken from Costco
Bunch of carrots
Some butternut squash that needed to be cooked or tossed
Bunch of celery
A slow cooker
Put it all together, turn it on and go to church for a few hours.
The thing is, I like spice. And so far, I had a healthy but bland chicken… uh, stew? Then I found the curry powder in the back of the spice rack. It brought some heat and complexity, but on its own it didn’t taste quite right.
A little sugar; a little vinegar for chemistry sake. It was getting closer to interesting… but it still tasted like the experiment it was. Then I spotted it.
In the back of the pantry, behind 13 lethal cans of refried beans: one can of coconut milk.
Thirty minutes later I served up a delicious meal of yellow chicken curry… uh, stew?… that even my eight year-old savored to the last spoonful.
I love it when serendipity visits my kitchen. Course I’ll love it even more when my wife revisits our kitchen.
BONUS QUESTION: How does an ER Doc straighten an arm with an S-curve in it?