The Domestic Stuff!!

I haven’t felt like writing anything for the last few days. There was nothing inspiring to write about … until a few minutes ago!

I got home from work and decided to do some laundry. I got Hans to accompany me to the laundry room. The boy has complained of a headache since Saturday morning and looks weak. For the first time in his life, he asked for pain medication. This was a big deal for me. On the elevator, on our way to the laundry room, I asked Hans how he was doing. He said that he still feels off. Jokingly I asked him whom he has been kissing?! He didn’t respond and I elaborated by saying there is a “kissing disease” called mono and that was what I was wondering about. His response: “I heard you the first time.”. So, I asked him why he didn’t respond and he was like “I am afraid you would get mad at me!”.

That response got me off topic. It actually got me a little upset.

It took me back in time to that summer when ASid got his job at the CNE. It was as a cashier; however, one afternoon, he was taken to the back and asked to wash dishes. The boy just stood there and looked at the dirty dishes. After a few seconds, his coworkers realized that ASid couldn’t wash dishes. He was almost 17 at that time (same age as Hans is now). I guess someone showed him how to wash dishes and they got done.

Here are 2 responses to that episode that annoy me to no extent:

-        One of my mom friends used that to teach her sons how they should never be in such a predicament. She felt that it was an embarrassing situation for ASid. Seriously?!

-        ASid recently recalled that incident and seemed to blame me for putting him in such a predicament. What the heck?!

Doing laundry and washing dishes are domestic chores that most people must do for a very long time. I did not get the boys to do them because they are not “rocket science”. I wanted them to spend their childhood doing whimsical stuff.

Right now, ASid is in Oxford. That is where I wanted to pursue my post-secondary education. My boy attended a formal dinner there. (Was he thinking about washing the dishes? I don’t think so!)

Anyways, Hans did not respond to the question I asked twice. Perhaps he is annoyed as well.