It was amazing.
We didn’t follow any of our rules. No one played outside. We let the kids marathon watch Wild Kratts and Sherlock. Arielle stayed in her pajamas all day. I took two naps and never turned my laptop on. My biggest accomplishment was running to the grocery store to get the ingredients to make pizza…and then going back to the store because I forgot pizza sauce.
Around lunchtime, Lee and I debated the merits of doing something productive as we observed Lizzie, Ezekiel and Arielle delicately negotiate an every-other-episode scheme that resulted in 90 minutes of Sherlock followed by 20 minutes of Wild Kratts before returning to watch another episode of Sherlock.
“Genius,” I whispered to Lee as he shook his head in amazement.
“Matthias and Josiah don’t even know what happened,” he mused. “I can’t believe Matthias didn’t do the math…”
“Shhhhhh,” I responded. “They’re all happy with it…”
We decided to let them be.
Six episodes of Sherlock later (I only wish I was joking) and we’re making pizza for dinner.
Lizzie watched in amusement as I let Josiah spread pizza sauce, my hand poised to grab the spoon at any moment. “Wow,” she said in absolute shock. You’re actually letting them help! I didn’t believe you’d really go through with it. I think I might feel cheated out of my childhood…”
I glance at her for a split second, “Trust me, this isn’t easy.”
“I gather that, J-Mom, from the way you’re got your hand ready to snatch that spoon back at any second,” she joked back. “Is this why we’ve only made pizza ourselves once before?”
“YES!” I respond somewhat manically. “I can’t handle the stress of it…Josiah, are you done yet buddy?” I asked impatiently.
“Nope! I gotta spread it around like Calliou!!!” he chirps back excitedly as I’m trying not to envision pizza sauce being inadvertently flung all over the kitchen.
The pizza was Calliou’s fault in the first place. That little bald-headed boy made pizza one day last week so, of course, we’re indulging Arielle and Josiah’s desperation to make pizza.
Only Arielle was adamant that you use Play-Doh for crust.
“Did Calliou use Play-Doh?” I whisper to Lee. “We could have just made a Play-Doh pizza??? Please tell me that’s not true!”
He shakes his head, “I can’t remember…I think they were watching Calliou because I was paying bills…but I’m pretty sure they’re expecting to eat this pizza.”
Pizza made, baths taken and we’re all watching Star Trek: Into Darkness. Because why stop watching TV after devoting an entire day to it?
But now it’s Sunday. And I’m really thinking we should scrape together the motivation to do something productive.
Or not. Maybe it’s enough that I’m keeping the TV off today.