My husband had to take a short-notice trip to Indiana for work. He left on a Monday morning and wouldn’t be back until late Tuesday night.
He left for the airport about 20 minutes before the boys had to catch the bus. Since I leave for my commute at 6:00am, I would have already left for work and been useless to help get them off to school.
My husband will tell you I could have ended that sentence at the word “useless” and it would be appropriate for any parenting situation I am faced with.
That evening, the boys would be home about two hours by themselves before I got home from work. They had strict instructions – no friends over, do not take the dog for a walk, do not answer the phone unless it is your mom or dad calling, and — for the love of all that is holy — make sure the dog doesn’t snatch anything out of a laundry basket or you’ll be the one to clean whatever she barfs back up.
I called the boys at 4:10pm to let them know I was getting ready to head home, and remind them not to answer the door, take the dog for a walk or have any friends over. My oldest said, “yeah, dad just called and told us the same thing.”
On the way home, while I was underground on the Metro and out of cell phone contact for approximately 20 minutes, I let my mind wander. To what might happen at our house with both parents gone for about 2 hours.
Here are the scenarios that popped into my head:
But when I arrived home, this is what I found:
They did what they were told, weren’t fighting and were keeping out of trouble. Imagine that.