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Help[Games] Re: Power Outage All-In-One CAF.
in reply to a message by AshleyMichelle
Much to my annoyance a two-year-old deleted a half-hour of work on this, but I will try again:
My husband, Peter Sidney Jr., and I were at the time the parents of 5 children: our ten-year-old triplets Benjamin Mark "Jamin", Virginia Jane "Ginger", and Rebecca May "Becky"; our 6-year-old daughter Rhoda Lucy; and our 5-year-old son Peter III. I spent my days trying to homeschool 5 children and that can sure be wearing. It was extremely frustrating when things didn't go as planned, but of course, things never do.
I was about to start dinner that night when the power went out. My husband Peter, God bless him, could see I was at my wits' end and stepped in. "This looks like a great opportunity!"
I had no idea what he had in mind, and I'm fairly sure he didn't either, so I just kinda stared at him. After a moment he said, "Bundle up and hop in the van. Everyone grab a flashlight." The kids went scurrying to find coats and flashlights in the waning light and I watched to see what Pete would do next. "You too, Love," he told me. "And go warm up the van." I threw on my coat, grabbed a flashlight, and headed downstairs. I helped Little Pete find a flashlight and started the van, making sure all the kids were safely buckled on. My husband came downstairs carrying two paper grocery bags and set them in the trunk. He opened the garage door, then sat next to me in the front passenger seat. I passed on the question I'd just been asked at least 25 times: "Where are we going?"
"Out." I backed out of the garage. "Left." Soon Pete had navigated to the local park. He organized the kids in a game of flashlight tag and went to get his bags from the trunk.
"Huh."
"You brought frozen hamburg to make burgers?"
"I guess so."
I peeked into the bag the hamburger had come from. "How were you planning to cook it?"
"What's wrong with this grill?"
"How were you going to light it?"
"I brought a lighter!" After a moment, he found it in the other bag.
"Is there a spatula in there too?"
"No. Oops." He paused. "Should I run home and get one?"
"No. I can make do." I took out the package of hot dogs he had brought and put them on the grill; he lit it.
After the kids had found the last hider (Becky) I called them over and told them to peel sticks; then I thought the better of it and just grabbed the dogs off the grill with a double-layer of provolone cheese. Ginger, Becky, and Jamin followed suit; Peter and I got hot dogs for Rhoda and Little Peter. We soon made short work of the hot dogs, and no one was full except for Rhoda, who never ate much--I think she gave half of hers to Little Peter too. We decided to play some frisbee but the boys kept complaining that they were starving.
I suggested the local sandwich shop and we piled back into the van with Pete driving. They didn't have power either but they were offering sandwiches cold at half price with drinks on the house. Once everyone was full (even Jamin who had 5 sandwiches) we headed home and put the little kids to bed (quickly with no water for baths); it was past their bedtime, and mine too if I had my druthers. The triplets wanted another game of flashlight tag, so we sent them outside on their promise to be in bed by 11 and headed to bed ourselves.
I could tell Pete looked glum, and asked what was wrong. "I tried to be spontaneous, and it just doesn't work for me. I messed up."
"Oh, honey, no! Thank you so much. I had fun, and you kept me from getting angry or frustrated. I love it when you're spontaneous and when you take charge; it was a great idea."
I kissed him.
And that's my story of the night our twins were conceived.
My husband, Peter Sidney Jr., and I were at the time the parents of 5 children: our ten-year-old triplets Benjamin Mark "Jamin", Virginia Jane "Ginger", and Rebecca May "Becky"; our 6-year-old daughter Rhoda Lucy; and our 5-year-old son Peter III. I spent my days trying to homeschool 5 children and that can sure be wearing. It was extremely frustrating when things didn't go as planned, but of course, things never do.
I was about to start dinner that night when the power went out. My husband Peter, God bless him, could see I was at my wits' end and stepped in. "This looks like a great opportunity!"
I had no idea what he had in mind, and I'm fairly sure he didn't either, so I just kinda stared at him. After a moment he said, "Bundle up and hop in the van. Everyone grab a flashlight." The kids went scurrying to find coats and flashlights in the waning light and I watched to see what Pete would do next. "You too, Love," he told me. "And go warm up the van." I threw on my coat, grabbed a flashlight, and headed downstairs. I helped Little Pete find a flashlight and started the van, making sure all the kids were safely buckled on. My husband came downstairs carrying two paper grocery bags and set them in the trunk. He opened the garage door, then sat next to me in the front passenger seat. I passed on the question I'd just been asked at least 25 times: "Where are we going?"
"Out." I backed out of the garage. "Left." Soon Pete had navigated to the local park. He organized the kids in a game of flashlight tag and went to get his bags from the trunk.
"Huh."
"You brought frozen hamburg to make burgers?"
"I guess so."
I peeked into the bag the hamburger had come from. "How were you planning to cook it?"
"What's wrong with this grill?"
"How were you going to light it?"
"I brought a lighter!" After a moment, he found it in the other bag.
"Is there a spatula in there too?"
"No. Oops." He paused. "Should I run home and get one?"
"No. I can make do." I took out the package of hot dogs he had brought and put them on the grill; he lit it.
After the kids had found the last hider (Becky) I called them over and told them to peel sticks; then I thought the better of it and just grabbed the dogs off the grill with a double-layer of provolone cheese. Ginger, Becky, and Jamin followed suit; Peter and I got hot dogs for Rhoda and Little Peter. We soon made short work of the hot dogs, and no one was full except for Rhoda, who never ate much--I think she gave half of hers to Little Peter too. We decided to play some frisbee but the boys kept complaining that they were starving.
I suggested the local sandwich shop and we piled back into the van with Pete driving. They didn't have power either but they were offering sandwiches cold at half price with drinks on the house. Once everyone was full (even Jamin who had 5 sandwiches) we headed home and put the little kids to bed (quickly with no water for baths); it was past their bedtime, and mine too if I had my druthers. The triplets wanted another game of flashlight tag, so we sent them outside on their promise to be in bed by 11 and headed to bed ourselves.
I could tell Pete looked glum, and asked what was wrong. "I tried to be spontaneous, and it just doesn't work for me. I messed up."
"Oh, honey, no! Thank you so much. I had fun, and you kept me from getting angry or frustrated. I love it when you're spontaneous and when you take charge; it was a great idea."
I kissed him.
And that's my story of the night our twins were conceived.
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