Sunday, June 1, 2014
Last Friday evening I walked through the door and a thick, sweet smell hit me as I walked in. Every inch of my kitchen counters were covered in crates and more crates filled with strawberries, raspberries and blackberries. B was standing at the stove stirring away at thick red stickiness. I noticed that the huge pot has already boiled over and the sugary mixture have burned into my glass top stove. I sigh....
Me: B, what are you doing?
B: Ma, I am cooking jam for the Mission.
Me: Why don't you cook jam on the Mission's gas stoves.
B: Ma, you know that they have to buy their sugar.
Me: I know, but so do I and I have to pay for the electricity too. (does she think it comes for free)
B: Ma, they don't know how...and the children will love berry jam on their sandwiches.
Me: (Sigh) Okay...just this once. Next time you let me buy extra sugar for the Mission and then you teach them how to cook jam when they have an excess of fruit. (under my breath...and they can clean up after you messed).
She starts spooning the jam mixture into little glass jars...and I see how she aims and sometimes misses. It is syrupy jam down the front of my oven, on my floors...across the kitchen counters. Stefan runs through the house and I see little pink foot prints through the kitchen, the dining room and down the passage. I think to myself, maybe if I just ignore it, it will go away.
The next morning B had gone shopping and when I walk into the kitchen I first noticed my very dirty stove top and then I noticed that the juice of the fruits had leaked out of the crates and was pooling on the floor. I HIT THE ROOF!
It is at times like these that I remember that my friends say: "You are so lucky. It is awful having an empty nest. I don't know what to do with my time." I want to YELL...please let me have an empty nest...just for a while!!! Let the messes in my home be messes that I actually made.
Yes this is all true. No I wouldn't want B to move out yet. She isn't ready and I believe that I am not ready for her to leave our nest either. I want to know that she will be cared for in the way we cared for her. So one day...somewhere in my future I will have a clean, neat and tidy house. One day.