When I leave the three of them alone in the house, I should stop and listen before I get into the car. I may hear whoops and hollers of joy, with the declaration resounding through the house "Mom, has left the property." Or maybe they wait until my car actually leaves the property before their celebration can begin.
I could swear they all let out a sigh of relief and then do whatever the heck they want (or don't want) to do. Because when I get home everything is as it was. I don't know why I expect the house will continue running in my absence; they all seem dependent on me to state the obvious.
The one thing they do make sure they've done is eat a snack. If there isn't a snack to be found while I'm gone, they'll text me or call me to tell me about something they could just write on the grocery list. Reality is, if I'm not actually out grocery shopping, I won't be going to the store to pick up whatever it is they desire.
I was already stressed after my time with the Youth Group because I had five more kids join the Living Stations, which meant that the script I'd already prepared became null and void and I had to strain my brain to creatively rearrange all the roles so I could find five more spaces. The closet I had targeted and asked permission to use to store all the supplies was securely taped shut with a "do not open" sign included and by the time I figured out that it wasn't done for my benefit, all the kids were gone who would haul all the stuff back to the education center. And the black out curtains we need for the 5:00pm performance on Good Friday are missing.
When I walked in the door, my husband was just turning on the porch light (probably because he heard my car door slam), the curtains were still open to the world, the dog was still loose and not in her kennel, the dishes weren't done, the food was still on the stove, the kids hadn't made their lunches and the dogs had no water. Needless to say, it didn't add to my happiness (unhappiness?).
So I did what I normally do when this happens (every time I leave the house). I pulled on my best mothering panties and ranted and raved while everyone scrambled to do those things, like I didn't already notice it hadn't been done.
It seems to me that after I leave the property it would be more fun to hoot and holler and say "let's surprise mom and get everything done before she gets back home!" At least it would be more fun for me.