For the past few years we have been baking our Thanksgiving turkey in a trash can. Sounds weird and WTF, right? Here it is in pictures:
After the downpour we had on Saturday, the rain finally ceased on Sunday giving me the opportunity to work outside. Days before I had gathered thyme from my herb garden, dried it in the dehydrator, leaving me with the very tedious task of picking the leaves off the stem. During my breaks from the thyme I worked in my vegetable garden, surprised at the loads of yellow beans I had to pick, and then depressed to see my six Brussel sprout plants being attacked by the nasty, vile cabbage worm. After Googling solutions, I dampened the leaves, dusted the plants with flour in hopes the cabbage worms will eat the flour and die, yes die. Sorry if I
(okay I’m not) offend anyone with this attitude, but I want my plants to survive, though the other four members of my family are rooting for the cabbage worm.
Afterwards it was back to the thyme while the teenage boy sat and watched. Since I finally had his attention,
(which I had to actually ask for before he would sit with me), I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to impart my knowledge of gardening upon him. As I picked at the thyme and chatted away about gardening, I realized the teenage boy did not seem all that interested. I tried to explain that one day son, you will have a house, and will need this knowledge, but the response from him was “I’m still in school mom, and the idea of me owning a home is years off so I really don’t give a shit”.
Okay, he had a point, so I decided to keep his attention by talking about cooking since he will be living in an apartment this September, making his own meals. The day before, my uncle had given me more than a dozen cookbooks, so I asked the teenage boy if he would like to take them with him when he moves? This time he replied with “Mom, that’s what Google is for”. Defeated again, I gave up, concentrated on picking the leaves off the stems of the thyme while the teenage boy went in the house to do whatever teenage boys do, hide in their rooms away from mom.
Yesterday I decided to make my own pita bread, it is pretty easy to do but very labour intensive. So I am covered in dough and flour when the phones rings, luckily hubby is home to answer it, god knows what would have happened if we had let the machine get it (all three of our children will then ring my cell, and if I don’t answer all hell breaks loose). I side-track though, hubby answers the phone and it is middle child, she needs to talk to mom NOW! Hubby brings me the extra phone, to which I yell “I just texted you not two minutes ago and said I was busy making bread!” She did not like my answer and did not want to deal with her father. I told him to say, that unless she is having some sort of medical emergency and is in hospital I will talk to her later. This was not the answer she wanted and promptly hung up on her father.
Soon after finishing the bread, I text our daughter, and tell her that she will have to learn to work with her father. Her response, a flat NO. I text her back “well I won’t always be here”. There is no response to my text, so I assume all is fine. The next day she phones me quite upset. How dare I say “well I won’t always be here”! I backtrack my thoughts, realizing she would have assumed the worse with that text, so I say things like “well I may be in the washroom”, or “I just might be busy”. Both Iame answers but I couldn’t think of anything else at the moment, because in reality I may not always be here, though I am not planning it anytime soon.
Which brings me to my point “Am I the glue?” Nine out of ten calls from our three children, the call is usually for me, unless one of them needs the name of a song, or something that requires the use of some tool, then they will ask for dad. As mom, I plan all activities, do the banking for the kids, schedule their doctor or dentist appointments, plan our vacations, solve their computer related problems, etc. Would the household fall apart if I wasn’t here, probably not, but everyone would have to relearn their rolls and right now, mine is the glue.
Are you the glue?