I am fortunate enough to work from home a couple of days a week, and on those days I pick up my son at the bus stop in the afternoon. This is a special treat for me, because not only do I get to enjoy some fresh air and quality time with my boy, it also allows me to see my friends, and chit chat while we wait. I love this time because it affords me few minutes away from my basement office to talk to other adults face-to-face.
Now generally, the conversation sans children goes a little like this (me and my friend Tracy, for example): Me: “Hey Tracy! I forgot to tell you! I tried a great new recipe for butter chicken!” Tracy: “Oh! I looooove butter chicken! Can you send it to me?” Me: “Of course! So you guys like Indian food?” Tracy: “We love Indian food” Me: “We know this great little place, we should go one evening, just the adults” Tracy: “That would be fun!” Me: “Do you think so-and-so also likes Indian?” Tracy: “So-and-so does, but the other one doesn’t…” And so on and so forth and it’s a nice, happy, pleasant conversation and plans would likely get made to go to the Indian restaurant. Short and sweet and efficient. Beautiful.
And then the kids get off the bus, and the conversation goes a little differently (initials represent the children). Ahem. Me: “Hey Tracy! I forgot to tell you!” D: “Mommy” Me: “Just a minute sweetheart, I’m talking. Anyway, I tried a great new recipe…” D: “Mommy!” Me, with index finger up in the wait a minute sign: “…for butter chicken…” D: “MOMMY NOW!” Me, with an apologetic look at Tracy: “D, I’m talking and when someone is talking you have to wait your turn” (because this is a teaching opportunity). D: “But Mommy, teacher said we couldn’t bring Ninja Turtles to school”. Me: “Well, you’re not supposed to bring toys, did you bring a toy?” D: “No” Me: “Then why did teacher say you couldn’t bring Ninja Turtles?” (blank stare). Tracy: “I looooove butter chicken!” D: “What’s butter chicken?” Tracy: “B! Stop pushing your brother! Can you send it to me?” B: “But he pushed me first!” Tracy: “Yes, but you’re older and should know better. And N don’t push your sister.” N: “But mom! She hit me on the bus!” Tracy: “Did you hit him on the bus?” (Eye roll in my direction) “These kids are driving me crazy.” Me (40’ away because D walks really slowly): “So you guys like Indian food? D, stop picking your nose, that’s gross” Tracy: “Oh yes, we love Indian food” B: “Mom! N pushed me again!” N: “Did not!” B: “Did too!” D: “But mommy, I thought it was show & tell today that’s why I brought the Ninja Turtle to school. I wanted to show the class my favourite one. Mommy, can I watch TV when we get home?” Me: “Yes. We know this great little place, we…” D: “Mommy?” Me: “Just a minute sweetheart. We should go one evening…” D: “Mommy!” Me: “Lord help me… just a minute sweetheart, I’m trying to talk to Tracy and I’ll be all yours in just a bit.” D: “But Mommy, when IS my show & tell?” Tracy: “N, DO NOT face plant your sister in the snow!” Me: “I said I’m talking to Tracy!” D: “But Tracy is talking to B and N!”… Crickets… I look at Tracy and she looks at me and we know. No words are needed because we know. If we really want to go for butter chicken, we’ll plan it via text message.
This is a birthday card I made for Tracy at her last birthday. It’s called Thanks a Latte by Tiddly Inks and is in no way a representation of our friendship or how we have conversations, because it is missing children.
I really DO love my children though…