When I walked into the day care classroom this afternoon, the teacher handed me a slip of paper with a name and address on it. "That's L's mom's name and phone number," she said. "Annabel wants you to call her to set up a play date."
"Well then," I said. "OK!"
We collected backpacks and trooped out to the parking lot where a little girl I don't remember having seen before ran over and tapped Annabel on the shoulder to say goodbye. They hugged. "Oh!" Annabel said, "I have to get your phone number!" The little girl's dad smiled from his spot a few feet away and said, "I put my business card in your cubby."
My eyebrows were probably trying to crawl into my hairline. "I'll grab it tomorrow," I promised. I hadn't known I needed to fish through her cubby for business cards. She's collecting business cards??? What planet do I live on now?
It is so NOT me to plan social activities, but I guess I'm gonna have to step up my game.
Then I offered to take the kids out to dinner and they whined. WHINED, I tell you. "We don't want to go out!" they cried. "We want dinner at home!"
And then they said, "we want pancakes!"
"OK," I sighed. "Fine." (far be it for me to say no to having budget-friendly comfort food for dinner) So we stayed in and had pancakes and Otto spent the evening reading in the rocker on the balcony and Annabel showed me the paper bacon strips she made today (breakfast for dinner was evidently on her mind), and then sorted and washed all the loose change we keep in a glass milk jug on the kitchen counter.
The pennies are now very shiny.
Lately I can ask Otto to get ready for bed and he does it all himself -- he showers, flosses and brushes his teeth, even keeps his own nails short and clean. Bel is still my morning girl, she's up and dressed and getting herself breakfast before her brother has managed to prop his eyes open. When we get home at the end of the day, Otto is the one who races upstairs and lets Charlie out of his crate so I can walk him right away. Annabel makes sure we have a) entertainment of some sort, music or a TV show or something every evening, and b) dessert. If I don't come up with a treat for after dinner, I get hit with the big eyes and pouty lip that I myself used to use, with great effect I might add, on Jon. What goes around comes around.
Is it just that it's the end of the school year and I'm losing the will to live? Are they over-controlling things to cope with the amount that their dad is traveling? Or is this when the kids take over and start parenting their parents? I thought that would happen when I was older and crotchetier than 40-something. How old should you be before you get your own business cards? Is 6 too young?
But really, why worry? I'm getting dessert on a regular basis! And playdates at the park! I say it's all good.