Betsy is my blossoming adventurous cook. Unfortunately this interest is blossoming just at a time when I have a jillion things on my mind. While my brain goes over what all needs to be done before we move, I prefer to keep my body on standby just in case it is needed. So I am not busy every moment; I just feel like I am, or like I should be. When Betz asked me to forge with her into uncharted territory in the kitchen, the words, "I can't right now. I'm busy," were right on the tip of my tongue. The problem was, I didn't look busy. When you say, "I'm busy," but you don't look busy, a kid knows she is being put off.
The old man and the new man had it out for a few moments. The old man hollered, "ME, ME, ME!" while the new man pummeled him, shouting, "OTHERS! OTHERS! OTHERS!" The old man was not annihilated, just knocked out long enough for the new man to bake donuts with Betsy.
In short time the kitchen was declared a major disaster area, what with butter and flour and sugar everywhere, in addition to a multitude of greasy bowls and utensils and cookie sheets. Remember, the kitchen is already a minor disaster area. Being a horizontal surface, the counter is being taken over by items that love a resting place before they are committed to a moving box.
But we did it! Three hours later we were all fat and happy. Happy is the important thing. :) Sometimes the urgent stuff has to move over for the important stuff. I sure am glad that new man won. Betsy told me this was one of her best days ever. :)