Biggest called. She said,
My house is on fire! I don't know what to do! I heard a funny noise behind my dresser and I pulled it out and there were sparks coming out of the plug and I grabbed the cord to pull it out and then flames shot up the wall and DecentGuy isn't here and I have all these animals and the wall is all black and I don' t know what to do!
Now we all know the first thing you obviously do when your house is on fire.
You call your mother.
Hang on a minute, I'll get your Dad....
(It was fine. bad cord and Friday the 13th)
Littlest has been working out and lifting weights. With a history of gymnastics she was already pretty strong and now she is powerful and she looks incredible. She also occasionally has some issues with anger and self control. So like any good parents we decided to support her interest and nurture her talents. We signed her up for a Jiujitsu class. She is very excited. She thinks it will help with her goal of being a Marine. Middlest was not pleased. She declared,
"No! You can't let her learn that. She will hurt me!"
We reassured her. " No she won't. Don't worry. If she does we will call the police."
For the first time ever we traveled and left the girls home on their own. ( With secret surprise visits from their sister and my MIL.) They really wanted to prove that they were trustworthy and mature enough to take care of things. We were nervous wrecks but we finally agreed. After all Middlest will be eighteen in August and as she said, "I have to be alone at some point in my life." Which is true. I have tried to teach her basic life skills. Like cooking eggs and sorting the laundry before using the washer. But then, she is the one who called after we left because the washer was making a funny noise. I thought all that was caught up and wondered what she was washing? Two bra's....and a backpack....yeah...anyway. After that I felt better about leaving them a large supply of microwaveable Ramen and Beef-a-Roni to eat rather than meals that required a stove. I left them them a detailed list of things to do to fill their every moment and exact times to check in and about 2 full pages of instructions. Including taking care of the dogs. Making sure they were fed correctly, let out often enough and that people/cat food was not left out where they could get to them and get sick.
The first day I sent a text to ask what they were up to. I received this 2 part message from Middlest:
Msg. 1: Throwing a Wild Party
Msg. 2: With Fabio
Later I made sure to let them know we arrived safely. because I know they were on pins and needles worrying about it. I sent the text:
We are here!
To which Littlest replied:
Cool. We're in Vegas.
Which gave me a moments pause because we just updated our wills and left Biggest in charge of everything if we die and also left her a hefty check to cover things temporarily in the event the worst happens.
But Karma was alive and well and the next morning when I sent a text to make sure they got up for school because I Knew They Wouldn't. I received this answer from Littlest:
"Yes. We are up. And one of the dogs got sick and messed all over the house!"
And I was far away. Even though I was in for a long day of work ahead of me, there would be a nice dinner and a quiet clean room at the end of it. One of those moments when you stretch and sigh for a moment leaning back on comfy hotel feather pillows with a small smile because you know, Ah!
Life Is Good!
When our work was through I sent a text letting them know we were heading home. To which I received this reply from Middlest:
You guys are gone for not even three days and i gut my room, quit smoking, finish my work, and overcome a crushing depression. You need to go away more often.
I said, Ok.
Besides, tells on herself for smoking when she has already been busted for it once. Obviously the same young woman that, when asked, " it's three weeks to graduation, have you finished your grade recovery and brought up your math grade?" Answered: "Yes... i....think....so....."
Oh Wait! Biggest just called me. She said her clients are all crazy and she is having a nervous breakdown! She just needed to vent for a moment.
You know what I'm gonna do now?
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