Laundry. It never, ever ends. And yesterday I should’ve been working on it. I mean, if I miss even one day of that endless task, it grows. Sort of like Tribbles from Star Trek. Anyone remember those? I’m probably dating myself with that one.
I went searching on the Internet for some picture of Tribbles to share with those of you who are unfamiliar with them, but apparently the show is so archaic that all of the pictures are fuzzy. Which makes sense for Tribbles I guess. I’m getting old.
So, why waste anymore precious time folding laundry? Especially considering that Macy’s had an awesome sale yesterday that included a coupon for 25% off your entire purchase if you bought their Shop For A Cause pass. The laundry could wait.
Not being one who likes to shop alone, I convinced Michael to come with me. He needed some back to school clothing, and we haven’t done anything one on one in a really long time.
Not that I’m sure that he thinks shopping with mom qualifies as quality one on one time. I’m also not sure if quality time with me ranks very high on his list of preferred activities, but that matters not.
Sometimes kids have to do unpleasant things. It builds character.
And I needed someone to carry the bags. I couldn’t hear his protests under the mountain of pillows. His feet were still moving, so I knew he was ok.
After making him try on roughly thirty pairs of pants and tops which I made him model for me, boy did he hate that, and after having him carry enough packages to kill a pack mule, we went out on a mother and son lunch date.
This is where the day paid off as far as he was concerned. In the past I’ve shared with you that Michael is a foodie. The kid can take a bite of something and we can play name that herb. He has an uncanny sense of taste.
He’s my only kid who will eat blue cheese, edamame, lox, octopus, alligator, and pretty much any vegetable grown on the planet. Including those peppers Leela detested. Michael thought those rocked.
It’s the one thing Michael and I share. A passion for food. It’s our common ground. And while food may not be the best base for a relationship, as a mother of a brooding artistic teen, I’ll take it.
As we sat at our table yesterday munching on a shared Caesar salad, we chatted about life. We laughed about things we saw at the mall. We talked about his entry next week into high school. His concerns and hopes for the coming year.
We actually communicated over that lunch. The older he gets, the more I realize how important that is. It’s a struggle sometimes, ok a lot of times, but it’s a real coup when it happens.
Certainly worth ignoring the laundry for a day!