Home Alone, Except for Three Kids – Day 1

Day one was marked by a  clear sense of unease, a nervousness just beneath the surface.  I first picked up on this when I began dinner preparations.  Coop, who usually busies himself with a puzzle in the living room while my wife cooks, pulled up a stool in the kitchen when I fired up the oven.  Throughout the process he kept offering subtle encouragement.  "That looks good, dad," or "You're a good cook, dad," but I could tell he was judging me.  Maybe monitoring my handling of the ground beef.

(Definitely a Dad menu: grilled cheeseburgers, curly fries, carrots/ranch, watermelon slices, and yogurt.)

Everything was going smoothly until Bubba's ride to b-ball fell through, so I dragged the little ones out of the tub, threw on Pjs and hauled everybody into the cold.  By the time we got back, Ri-ri was spiking a fever.

5:30 in the morning and Coop rolls up (usually he has to be pried out of bed) complaining of a stomach ache.  Nice morning cortisol spike.  He climbs into bed with me and for the next hour, says, very softly "tic,toc,tic,toc."  He survived.

Thanks goodness that by this morning Ri-ri was perky, delightful, and raring to get back to school.  Too bad she has a 101 temp.  Which made the school sendoff a little easier, but has cut down my productivity a bit.

So here I am for the third straight day, working from home.  Is this what it feels like to be a mom – to be planning the dinner menu at 11am?