Last night after dinner, as the final fork was put down my sons scattered like dandelion wishes in the wind.
“What are we supposed to do now?” I called after them.
“Clean up,” they responded in unison.
And then they cleared their plates. Seconds later I looked over at the sink in our tiny kitchen piled high with dishes, and pot and pans, and surrounded by the remnants of dinner fixings like the butter dish and olive oil bottles. How can three people have so many things for one meal–a meal that is usually done in less than 15 minutes?
“It is a lot,” my younger son agreed with a shake of his head.
“I need some more help,” I said. Continue reading »