As a child, I enjoyed spending the night with a friend or have one stay with me. Friends have been an important part of my life since third grade. I had just changed schools and was very shy. Luckily, I met a girl named Linda and we were like two peas-in-a-pod! We spent hours playing with dolls, riding bikes, watching TV, and reading books.
Now when my tween wants to invite friends over, I want them to have a good time. Often forgetting how many times I am reminded of my mom’s words from her bedroom, “Be quiet in there!” We would hoping she would go to sleep!
Recently, B.B. (initials) had a friend over, they didn’t keep me awake, but the smell of something burning did; I jumped up and ran to the kitchen. They had cooked creamed potatoes, brown rice, and scrambled eggs using my best stainless steel pots and pans. I was too discouraged to deal with it then, so I got the smoke out of the house and went back to bed.
My day was spent away from home until late evening and boy was I hot under the collar when I arrived home around 4 p.m. as they were just getting up. I was upset! My kitchen hadn’t been touched! Instead of crying, and screaming, I just looked at both of them and said, “Please get out of my kitchen! I’ll take care of this by myself!” The dirty dishes filled the sink, and the pots and pans were burned black on the bottom. Years ago I had learned a tip about removing burned on food by soaking it by filling the pans with vinegar and Dawn detergent. Next, I turn my stove eye on low and let the mixture get hot before taking it off the stove. Then sometimes have to soak it for about three days often adding more vinegar and dawn. When I can scape the burned food off the bottom, I empty that, and then use a Brillo pad to complete the cleaning. What would I do without the tips I’ve found in my Vinegar book?
The visitor’s mom and I agreed the girls had not done this on purpose. So I couldn’t stay mad. But I’m afraid I scared the bee-gees out of my child’s friend and she may never visit again. She is the sweetest, most respectful girl and I love her very much. So yes, I do feel guilty.
That evening I visited mom at the nursing home. We talked the spend the night company. We would never have left the bedroom, much less try to cook in the middle of the night. Now that would have brought both my parents out of bed and mad at us! Mom agreed!
As parents, our intentions seem good, but sometimes life just throws us a curve and backfires on the plans. I wanted the girls to have a good time yet they are too young to understand that most of the time a woman wants to stay in charge of her kitchen!
My mom and I laughed as I remembered the time my younger sister and I were going to cook dinner. The happy event ended quickly when I opened a drawer to retrieve a spoon and a mouse jumped out! We scrambled out of the kitchen screaming at the top of our lungs!
Umm, maybe a mouse trap wouldn’t be a bad idea. I could just set it on top of my counter and that may deter the girls from cooking during the night. They are afraid of mice.
Sometimes I think there should be a parent’s club and we could make a list of how to be prepared for upcoming events before the party starts.