As in, spell it all out to the very finest detail of how it needs to be done. (A good example of this is our chore system here).
So when I realized I forgot to put dinner in the crockpot one morning I called home to see who would be willing to help me out. It was an easy recipe, just dump three ingredients in and turn it on so I wasn't too worried about it, but from trial and error of my own through the years of cooking for my family I knew there were a couple things I needed to spell out.
Tayler was my willing helper and she easily found the ingredients and dumped them into the crockpot.
And then I asked, "Is it plugged in?"
"Yes."
"Is it turned on?"
"Yes."
Perfect. Thanks, Tayler.
And I thought that would be the end of it, because in my years of using the crockpot, those were the two things that have fouled me up, forgetting to turn it on, or turning it on but forgetting to plug it in.
We had it covered.
I forgot about it while I went about my day, then Cas called when she got home from school.
"Hey, Mom, dinner doesn't look cooked. Isn't the lid supposed to be on the crockpot?"
It would seem no matter how prepared you think you are with kids, they will prove you wrong.
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Our street has had somewhat of a high turn over in the past year with the two house to the north of us selling and the second house to the south selling.
And I must add here that I miss the neighborhood hens who moved on.
No, not real chickens. But real middle aged bachelors who were our two neighbors to the north of us. They would sit in each other's drive ways on plush office chairs and shoot the breeze after work with their cold drinks in hand. They would let The Circus swarm around them with balls and bikes and comment about the people going down our road. They would heckle me when I was out for a evening run. I affectionately referred to them as "the old hens."
Recently a family has moved in two houses to the south of us that have kids and their whole family will come and join us as we play ball and hands up stands up in our yard. This has been a lot of fun. Also, I might mention, this would be the little brother of my college best friend. It's crazy to me how life comes around in a circle sometimes. I can't wait now that it's warm enough for BBQ's and The Man and I have started talking about a firepit in the front yard. Oh the possibilities!
So the stakes are high now that house right next to us on the south is up for sale. Like, really high. We've been lucky three times this year with good neighbors moving in. And we're sad to see our current neighbors go.
Actually, I think my college best friend needs to move in between me and her brother.
Now that would awesome.
Come on, Bub, you know you want to.
