See what's happening in this photo? That's a rough approximation of what Genome does to my house.
On Friday I was making the dough for the challah when I (you can see what's coming) went to the bathroom. Silly mummy! I left two children, Genome and Munchkin, dutifully observing the bread dough going round and round in the mixer. They looked quite charming, actually. A sibling activity. I felt that Maria Montessori or Rudolph Steiner would have approved of my morning activity. All we really needed was something made of felt, perhaps, or bark.
When I returned, my mixer was making the most alarming sound, which I will render as "chunka-ca-chunka-chunk." And it was not going round and round anymore. It was stopped. The gears are now exposed, about half-an-inch worth, between where the dough hook is attached and the body of the mixer.
I can still make it stir as long as I keep pushing up the hook, but this makes baking rather tedious.
I don't know what he or she did. I don't know who did it. They both say nothing happened, but Genome isn't much of a communicator and Munchkin's grip on reality is fanciful.
Husband says he'll take it to get fixed. This person seems to suggest I could do it myself. I'm not very handy though. I'm the type of wife who calls her husband to plunge the toilet. I once, in a moment of panic, asked him to come home from a society meeting and unfold the stroller. By "once," I mean "two weeks ago." My adjustment to a new child is always a bit rocky.
I'm distressed. Even if my mixer is fixable -- it has to be fixable! -- it seems unlikely I'll have it ready for challah this week.
Today I had Genome knead the (non-challah) bread for me. This seems only just, because I'm fairly sure that it was he who worked his magic on my mixer. He did a pretty good job, too.
Your last paragraph violates various child labor laws. The authorities will stop by shortly.
ReplyDeleteI too am the wife who asks Davidicus to plunge toilets....kill spiders....change lightbulb, take out the litter box...and perform routine care on my car.
ReplyDeleteI have no shame admitting it either.
Sadly, I am not all that competent at fixing her car, I only learned how to change a car tire in the first year that Stealth Jew and I were married.
ReplyDeleteBut I have printed up the instructions on fixing the mixer and as soon as she clears up the laundry in the basement next to my work bench I will get right on it to fix it.
as soon as she clears up the laundry in the basement next to my work bench I will get right on it to fix it.
ReplyDeleteYou are safe, dreamking. I doubt your bench will be exposed in this century.
But you do enjoy the three little ones and hope to make many many more, eh?