This post by Jennifer Flaten
Actual excerpt of conversation I had with my daughter
Me:” I have the oven preheating, it will beep when it is done, just ignore it. Now, when the water boils I need you to add the noodles and set the time for 8 minutes, when they are done drain them and leave them for me. Got it?”
Me: “Okay, I am running out to pick up the two other kids from their after school activities, I will be home in a few minutes. You sure you’re okay with watching the noodles?”
Kid: nodding vigorously “YES.”
I drive off and as I pull into my son’s school I get a text, it‘s the Kid “The oven timer went off what do I do?”
I text back that it is just letting her know it’s preheated no action necessary. My son hops in the car and I continue on my merry way to pick up the next kid.
As I pull into that kid’s school, I get another text. This one is a picture of the noodles happily boiling away. Great, I can just finish making the sauce for the mac & cheese when I get home and supper is done. I am pleased that we will have a nice meal together, since we haven’t because of various after school activities.
This kid takes a little longer to get to the car so I am a few minutes late getting home. I walk in and kid number one greats me a tad sheepishly. Before I can even ask, she tells me that she accidentally set the timer for 80 minutes instead of 8 minutes, and then got involved in a TV program. She remembered the noodles, but it was too late they are way past al dente.
She looks so remorseful that I can’t even chastise her for not keeping track of the noodles.
Since, we don’t have any other noodles in the house, so I work with the mushy noodles. The macaroni and cheese is still edible, but my other daughter keeps making pointed comments about the texture of the noodles.
I think from now on she is in charge of frozen pizza night.