As you may already know, last week was remarkable because I left Maya alone with Ali (or Ali alone with Maya?) for the first time ever.
This bears repeating: for the first time ever.
Things obviously started out rocky, beginning with an email asking how to use the washing machine.
This email came in while I was in flight and had no Internet (thanks to the fact my United Airlines plane – circa 1955 – didn’t have Internet capabilities, or much else for that matter).
This email was sent despite the fact that I washed every article of clothing, every sheet, and every towel in our place, prior to leaving.
This email was sent despite the fact that our washing machine – also circa 1955 – has so few options that even Maya could operate it.
When I didn’t reply fast enough on this laundry emergency, because apparently not having Internet access is just not a possibility in Ali’s realm (he obviously doesn’t fly United), I received a text asking “If I saw the email re: laundry.”
Yes, yes I did. I also saw the email and/or text re:
- Maya’s request for four desserts instead of three.
- Her insistence that she didn’t want to go to art class and therefore didn’t have to go to art class.
- The fact that someone forgot to purchase bananas and bread.
I could go on for hours but I’ll spare you.
The good news is that I flew home last night (on an American Airlines plane that did have Internet!) and everyone is still alive.
Re: the state of the kitchen, my orchid, and the hamper? Well that’s a whole other story.