Sunday, February 13, 2005

One More Thing I Learned

My mother taught me how to bake potatoes when I was but a young girl with hair that always looked like it needed brushing. Scrub, poke with a fork, wrap in foil and bake. I skip the foil part now, but I always stab the potatoes because I've heard they will explode if you don't.

I dutifully explained the explosion risk to my son when I taught him to bake potatoes Friday night. I didn't really believe it, but I passed along this wisdom because that's what we do. We teach our children what we have heard, right? Well, guess what? My mother was right. A potato will explode if it is not poked. I have the proof in my smoky oven.

My fingertips are cracked and bleeding, which is probably because I cleaned a toilet recently. Tonight I finished typing 110 pages of transcription (that's about 8-10 hours of work), so tomorrow I will avoid cleaning supplies in the interest of skin regeneration. As we learned in science class last Friday, our fingertips have a great many nerve receptors and so I say OUCH, especially when I type an "L."

Last night, I went to see "Finding Neverland." As usual, I went alone and arrived just before the movie began. I went rather reluctantly because Johnny Depp has never really interested me, but I found myself weeping intermittently through the movie. I also thought the following things:

1) My children would be so much cuter if they spoke in English accents;
2) My children would be so much cuter if they wore linen suits with Peter Pan collars;
3) The dog in the movie, a Newfoundland, reminded me of my own Newfoundland, Greta, who lived with us for two years. I missed her, even while I reminded myself of the shed hair and the itchy skin and the baby gates we had to step over to get into the kitchen;
4) I want an English cottage to summer in.

I loved the movie, even though I had to walk out with my eyes averted because I'd been crying so hard I was embarrassed.

I'm going to bed tonight with my house in disarray. Last night, I scurried around at 11:00 p.m., picking up dishes with spoons stuck to dried milk and bowls filled with popcorn kernels. I picked up trash and clothes and toys and videos and Legos. I cleaned off the kitchen counter and put a roast into the crockpot.

Tonight? None of that. I'm leaving it as is. It'll be here tomorrow morning. And so will I.


Blogger barbara curtis said...

now you're cooking with gas (or whatever that metaphor was)! we were talking about obsessive-compulsive behavior the other day and tripp reminded me how i used to demand that the house be cleaned uyp before we went to bed at night. i'm trying to remember at which number kid of the 12 i gave that up. well, not as in a willing surrender, but that i crawled to bed too exhausted to do anything else.
i love going to the movies by myself. but i also like jonny depp. maybe i will sneak off tonight with a box of kleenex.

3:53 AM  
Blogger Square1 said...

Melodee I am really glad I get to read your blog. Really. I mean it. As a sahm I am frustrated by the mornings I wake up and have to clean up terrible messes in the kitchen from the night before, because I opted to spend time with the family, or to take some me time, over cleaning up before bed. I feel guilty that even though I'm usually able to get a load of laundry in a day, often times the clothes never make it into closets or dressers, but sit in disarrayed folded stacks on top of the dryer, or in laundry baskets. Sometimes a load stays in the dryer after it's done, forgotten in the face of more pressing matters. I often feel aggravated that I can't keep up. I can't have a spotless home, clean kids, and meet my husband at the door looking perfect with an adoring smile like June Cleaver. If I have learned one thing by coming here... it's that I'm not alone. I've learned that I'm normal. Thank you. I have tried talking about my short-comings and frustrations as a mom myself... but I find myself terrified of exposing my perceived inadequacies. Here you, and the others who comment here, have shown me... I'm not inadequate. I'm normal. Thank you. Please keep writing. As I read... Maybe I'll find my own voice.

8:20 AM  
Blogger Butterfly said...

Great recommendation. I will look forward to seeing it.

9:29 AM  
Blogger ...just-rambling... said...

I learned the hard way that poking forkl holes in the potatoes is important even if you bake them in the microwave.

6:31 PM  

Post a Comment

Links to this post:

Create a Link

<< Home

Parents Blog Top Sites

Powered by Blogger

Listed on BlogShares