Tonight we tried a new recipe--cheesy vegetable soup. As Craig tried it, I said, "The recipe calls for H-A-M, but I misread it so we're going vegetarian tonight." I knew that if I mentioned ham the kids would want to know where it was (they love their meat).
A couple of minutes later while Craig was telling me what he read in Les Misérables today, Goosey suddenly blurts out..."Hhhhhh-am, hhhh-am, HAM! This recipe is supposed to have ham!"
I get asked to watch people's kids. A lot. I'm sure it's because my kids are at home, so parents figure there's someone for their kid to play with. But really, it's a lot.
There are a couple of kids from church that I'll watch anytime. Having them here makes no difference in our home--they play nicely, follow our rules and are polite. Seriously, I love those kids and it almost makes my life easier because my kids are entertained. Then there are the others...
The problem is that unless I have something on my calendar, I will say "yes". Because I don't want to lie, and I'm not comfortable saying, "I'd rather not watch your kid." And I always end up resenting it. And then I feel even more upset because one, or all of the following are usually involved:
1. It's a last minute request (derailing my non-calendar plans, like grocery shopping)
2. They show up early
3. The parents return late
4. The kid(s) whine
5. My playroom is left in a state of disaster
Why can't I say "no"? Should I say "no"? Do I just need a better attitude?
I've admitted it before...we don't follow professional sports. We're just not into it. So, it's really not unusual that I didn't know who was playing in the Super Bowl until I looked at CNN.com this evening. Yes, I'm serious. I didn't know.
Then I actually got a little excited when I saw who was playing--the Steelers. See, this guy--I went to high school with him. I concede that the Super Bowl becomes a little bit interesting when I know someone who is playing in it.
So, it's half time, and the Steelers are up. Go Troy!
P.S. I also went to high school with this guy. That's right, two NFL players from my little high school of 500 students. Not bad, if I do say so myself.