Notes Left by Two Working Parents
Monday
Sweetheart,
It's Claire's turn to bring snack to school today. There's
celery in the fridge. Cut it up into two-inch chunks, spread peanut butter on
them and place five raisins on each. Wrap in cellophane (not a dry-cleaner bag!)
and be sure there are twenty-four plus one for her teacher Ms. Goodesteem. Tidy
the family room if you get a chance. Did you call the plumber yet?
I love you,
Allison
Monday
Honey,
That was okra not celery. Claire saw me spreading Cheez Whiz on them and cried
twenty minutes until I forked over twenty-four pieces of Halloween candy (who
told the kids the candy was hidden in the vacuum bag?). By the time I untied
your son's doubleknots with your graduation pen, the family room was a lost
cause. Dinner is on time-bake. I have Rotary tonight. Was the pen important?
Hugs and kisses,
Ken
Tuesday
Ken,
The toilet has been asking for the plumber. You forgot Alasdair's milk
money again. He says he owes some fifth grader $3.25 plus interest for milk
loans. I have a meeting tonight. The mess has spread to the dining room.
Love,
Allison
Tuesday
Allison,
I couldn't find Alasdair's lunchbox so I used your hat. Call the
principal about the loan shark. Replaced your graduation pen—disregard
the year. I think you took my car keys this morning—the taxi's here,
got to go.
Sincerely,
Ken
Wednesday
Hey,
Your keys were in the juice pitcher. The kids won't go to the bathroom—when's
the plumber coming? I enjoyed our talk last night. We have to abandon the downstairs
to the clutter and take refuge upstairs tonight. Dinner is on your son's top
bunk.
Allison
Wednesday
Al,
We didn't have a conversation last night—our bed was full of kids; I slept
with the dog. What's the plumber's phone number? Did you know Tuesday was class
picture day, and your son wore his ‘I'm with stupid' T-shirt . . . apparently
he stood next to his teacher.
Ken
Thursday
The neighbor called—something about your son and some jumper cables. I
said you'd stop by tonight and talk to them. I spoke with the principal,
picture retakes are next Monday . . . I burned the shirt. We owe the principal
$4.50 for loaning our son milk money, too.
A.
Thursday
Yesterday was Alasdair's snack day; luckily, I had gum. I promise I'll
call the plumber today.
K.
Friday
Wife,
I had a breakfast meeting this morning. I sand-bagged the bathroom last night,
call the National Guard if it crests. Any idea where the cat is?
Me
Friday
Husband,
Provisions are low and something is moving in the living room . . . could be
the cat. Order pizza and watch out for the waterfall on the stairs.
P.S. Bring your sleeping bag, we're in the attic divvying up the rest of the
Halloween candy.
Ken Swarner
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