So Mommy was right...

It's been a couple days with my parents here helping us to move. Although there's still tons for me and Tom to do, they've been quite helpful, from cleaning out the fridge, to making lunch, to folding laundry, to taking the kids to the park, etc. Of course there will be little clashes, like when my mom went into conservation mode trying to save my pantry and freezer items and I'm in total "throw it all out" mode just trying to get to Saturday with an empty house.

So no wonder when my mom shot one of her little comments yesterday ("When the packers are here, offer them a little something to eat or drink...") I did my classic eyeball roll. What am I going to give them? They're packing up all my belongings. Plus, they're professionals. Although I never saw any of our other contractors eat, drink or go to the bathroom, they do this everyday, they must manage somehow and I probably just don't notice it.

But today is particularly evident that they are doing all the work and I'm supervising. Between phone calls from babysitters and Tom, I peek to see if they are okay and what progress they are making. And then I got hungry. It seemed particularly wrong to be eating while they're working. But I have nothing to give, especially food.

Then I saw Tom's emergency Mountain Dew. Three bottles for three people, perfect! I thought it wouldn't hurt to offer it to each of them. And to my surprise, they each accepted. None of the Asian (not that they are Asian) fake refusal/false modesty thing. They just said, "Yes, thank you."

Gosh, they've been here for 2 hours working hard before I offered anything. And they accepted the peace offerings so willingly. I feel bad I don't have any real food to offer. (Am I supposed to? I'm down to eating cold pork chop leftovers myself.) But I am glad that my mom planted the idea in my head to offer something. I guess her one-shot comments do help sometimes.