Michael was home alone for a few hours last Saturday
night. Sean and I had a dessert meeting with another couple and both girls were
otherwise engaged. He was home because his college was under the threat of
imminent flooding; the campus was evacuated, so home he came.
Saturday was a crazy day – funeral in the morning, a show
at the Wharton Center in the afternoon, and the aforementioned meeting in the
evening. I didn’t really take the time to clean up the kitchen before leaving,
and as we pulled into the driveway after being gone all day long, I dreaded the
thought of having to clean up at 10:30 at night.
Turns out I had nothing to worry about. I stepped into a
glistening kitchen. I could see the countertops. (This is not a normal
occurrence in my kitchen, much to my husband’s chagrin.) The dirty dishes were in the dishwasher. My
many small piles had been piled into one big pile on a corner of the countertop,
leaving the island clear and clutter-free. The cords to the various chargers
had been coiled up and tucked away.
Michael does not like a mess.
I know he’s a neat-nick. He knows the placement of each
Matchbox and Hot Wheel car in his room; move one car and
he knows. I never had to hound him to make his bed or clean his room – there would
be mornings I didn’t want to make my bed but knew I had to because if my son
was making his surely I had to make mine. Even his drawers are neatly kept.
Sometimes I don’t know if he’s really mine…
A boy who likes his room clean and a restaurant for lunch.
I suppose if this is his way of rebelling against his mom, I can take it. I just wish I'd left him home alone more often!
I suppose if this is his way of rebelling against his mom, I can take it. I just wish I'd left him home alone more often!
Abby, upon hearing Michael's quote, "We're their rooms messy or were they just going up to organize?"
ReplyDeleteSarah - you can tell Abby that Michael would go to organize. I would have to actually clean. Love that kid of yours, Sarah! (And Eli, too!)
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