Today I decided to channel my inner teenager—purely to annoy my three “young adults” who are home for the summer and constantly leave the kitchen looking like a natural disaster zone.
I’m so done with the self-absorbed mess.
So here’s what I did:
This morning I went to Sprouts, bought a mountain of fruit and veggies, made a big chopped salad… and then left everything—the groceries, the scraps, the chaos—spread across the counters. For the WHOLE day.
Then I locked myself in my room, turned on Netflix, and lounged like they do.
The text messages started rolling in:
“Mom—what happened?”
“The kitchen is a total mess, what did you do? Where are you?”
“Are you coming back to clean this? Why aren’t the groceries put away?”
Me? Silent. Just giggling.
I’m so tempted to keep this game going… maybe even go out for drinks with friends tonight. Maybe I’ll stay out late enough for them to wonder if I’m lying in a ditch somewhere.
Oh, and for good measure—I left a mountain of laundry piled on top of the dryer, in the dryer, and in the washer. All day. (My son wanted to do his laundry this morning, so guess who’s stuck waiting?)
So. Many. Possibilities. 😈
Kami Marland Gilmour
