Let's play a game!

I am not sure why this is, but if I am seated, minding my own business, not bothering anybody, the remaining four people in this household feel some sort of obligation to come find me and find something useful for me to do.  Obviously, they feel, I must be bored silly so therefore it is their sole job in life to fix that.  Their method of fixing this is to either break something, demand food, offer to make their own food (which while that SOUNDS like the way to go, often times produces more destruction and loss of food I was saving/making for dinner/made to be your dad's lunch at work tomorrow than even I can overlook.  And I can overlook ALOT). or choose to invite their friends over because "don't worry, mom's not doing anything and she loves to cook, so she can rustle us up something to eat."  I would love to say this is all about the kids, but I'd be lying.  Husband dearest like to make eggs over easy and occasionally he ends up with egg not quite making it into the pan.  I've come home from work to see egg on my countertops, once dripping down the front of my stove and pans (and drip pans over the gas burners of my stove) soaking in the sink.

Where did they get THAT idea?  Could be because 90% of my day revolves around the kitchen.  Could be because 90% of THEIR day revolves around the kitchen (hence explaining why my time in the kitchen is as much as it is).  But one thing I've noticed is that left to their own devices, my kids can invent more things for me to worry about, question their sanity, question MY sanity, rethink my stance on childlessness and sometimes wonder why I got married.  Take Thursday for example.

I am downstairs hanging laundry.  I am only gone a short period of time.  As I come up the stairs, I encounter an unusual smell.  More of a stench.  A bad stench.  Now I have raised 2 boys so I am almost a genius at "guess that smell".  But this one is like sulfur,  rancid fat, and something "hot".

"What is that odor?"  I demand as soon as I get both feet on the 1st floor.  "What did you do now?"

"Well, he (being a friend who shall remain nameless so that his mom can hold her head up in public) wanted to know if egg shells burn so we tried to light one on fire."

Yep.  20 years old and 18 years old and still playing with fire. I am blessed.

"Where is your sister?"  As it turns out, she is in her room.  She told me later that she didn't want to be a part of whatever stupid human trick her brothers were going to do THIS time and sought refuge in the sanctuary of her room.  And could I please do SOMETHING about that smell??  PLEASE AND NOW??

Want to take a guess as to how long it took to get that stench out of my house?  Well, that was Thursday, it is now Sunday and it's about 90% gone.

For the record, eggs will burn.  But not before releasing a truly obnoxious, foul, stench that you will not forget anytime soon.

If only I could.......