Whenever I rant and rave about one of my "Big Boys" (a/k/a Ross and Cam), inevitability they unknowingly do something nice for me. Well, it happened again last night. After yesterday's delirium over cleaning up all the handprints, etc., Cam laid the mother of all guilt trips on me last night.I was in my office doing some work and upgrading my AT&T homepage, which was a big pain in the booty, filling out Ross's ten-page FAFSA form (which we never qualify for, but have to fill out every year anyway), and I was grouchy to say the least. I won't even go into the details of the cable guy and the tivo people that nearly caused my blood pressure to go off the charts yesterday. Suffice it to say I wasn't a happy person by 7 o'clock last night.
So Cam comes to me and asks for some money to go to the grocery store to get some chicken to cook for supper. Cam? Cook? Chicken? For supper? On my clean stove? Uh, NO!!!! I offered him money to go get himself something from someplace where they cook it for you on their stove. No, he wanted to cook this chicken himself and oh, Mom, I'll clean everything up, blah, blah, blah, yeah, right. I've heard that song and dance about nine zillion times.
I hand him some money and off he goes to the grocery store. When he gets back, he asks for a skillet. I start hollering about how I knew this was gonna end up with me cooking the stupid chicken and so on and so on. You get the picture. I'm a hag of a mom I know.
Well, about 20 minutes later I start smelling the most delicious smells coming from the kitchen. I pause from my hagdom and tell him that it sure smells good. Shortly thereafter, here comes my sweet little boy with a paper plate in tow. On the plate is a terriyaki chicken sandwich smothered with melted swiss cheese. Do you want a sandwich he says. Could someone put me out of my guilt trip misery, please. It was scrumptious! It was perfectly seasoned, the cheese was oozing off the bun, the chicken was cooked to perfection. The boy can cook. And you know what else, he cleaned up the skillet, the utensils, the stove, everything that he messed up in that kitchen, he cleaned to A Girl Named Kelly Kelly's standards.
I've had to pray for forgiveness this morning. I messed that one up BIG time!
Happy Thursday!
7 comments:
Girl, you can really make me laugh! Sometimes those kids surprise us and yes make us feel bad for being grumpy. I don't know how it is to have a Son, but my daughter sure made a mess in her room as a teenager. I always threaten to tell Autumn when she is getting on to her about cleaning her room, but of course I don't.
My stomach is growling for that sandwich and I can almost smell it. You are a wonderful Mom and I know they wouldn't trade you for any other. You are teaching them how a house is supposed to look! It will help them pick a good wife someday and you can rest assured she will never measure up to their Mama:)
Love you!
Well, you SHOULD feel guilty on this one. You and your clean-kitchen stuff! No offense, but it is their house, too. You know I love you dearly, but I will tell ya like it is.
Your Big Boys have always been good boys, and they could be doing a lot worse than messying up your kitchen, and they would NOT be asking for permission to do it.
P.S. Don't be mad at me. Just trying to get you to see things a tad bit clearer -- LYLASAM :0)
GM Kelly ...Yes they can make you have a BIG time quit trip...but girl how cool was that for him to cook you dinner?? My Dawna use to do things like that when she was little..the first one there with a cup of cold tea and a picked weed from the yard and burnt toast on a tray for me...oh the memories of that...Oh wait a minute she's in her forties now and still burn toast ha ha!! Hope you have a better day...hugs and smiles Gl♥ria
I blame the FAFSA form. There is nothing that puts me in a foul mood faster. I'm glad we're almost done with that.
What a great story, though. I have 4 grown kids and NOT ONE OF THEM can cook. Oh, or clean.
Oh Kelly Kelly, what are we going to do with you!! That was just the sweetest thing I think I've heard in a while! I must have the recipe. I'm with Suzanne there sister-girl.....LOOSEN UP A BIT!!! I love you just the same though.
I love sons! Mine surprises me all the time! Now my daughter...that's another story!
BTW, I hate filling out FASFA forms...you would think once would be enough...do they think my checking account is going to increase? or that my child will get a job? or that there is a snowball's chance that either of my children will qualify for free money? HA!
really interesting hehehe! ive learned things...
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