The kitchen was an oft used room in my childhood, for so much more than cooking. My first dance parties were in that checkerboard titled room.
Our main chore was emptying the dishwasher. Molly and I would take forever to load the 5-carousel CD player, that we knew full well only 4 CDs played from, we just never knew which CD wasn’t going to play…big mystery it was. We’d each hold our huge CD booklet and select 2 each, and the fifth one had to be equally agreed upon. And of course the whole lottery aspect of the player ruined our time consuming logic.
Every single time, or at least 95% of them, Molly would open the dishwasher and as she was easing the door down to the floor, she would explain (not merely say, no, exclaim!) “Oh! There’s not too much in here!” Because, of course, we never wanted to empty the damn thing, and when you’re a child, menial tasks take forever. For about three years I believed she was actually stacking up memories of what the last load enumerated to be. And then I became the wiser and realized that there was always not too much in there.
I have to say though, Molly did really try to make chores fun. (I’ll have to go in pitchforking the woodchip pile at a later date.) In retrospect, some of her tactics baffle me in the fact that they worked. Such as the day she decided, “wouldn’t it be fun if we put item away at a time?!” And then we continued to parade a fork, a bowl, the strainer, to their respective spots.
I have my own dishwasher now. There’s a couple things I’m appreciating. First of all, having my best friend be my sibling. But also having literally the best sister you could ask for constantly there to make awful things awesome. I can only hope for my future children to have a Molly. But even then they probably won’t win as much as I have.
In case you ever wanted to have a Carroll dance party, I’ll make it easy for you:
Carroll Dance Party Playlist:
- The Go-Gos
- Backstreet Boys
- Shania Twain
- The Bangles
- Scorpions
- The Coors
- Pocahontas soundtrack
- Phantom of the Opera soundtrack
- Nightwish/The Ramus
- Bonus Track: “We didn’t start the fire” by Billy Joel (or Jimmy Bowl [another post])
You need to wear some solid-bottomed shoes, be able to pick up at least one family member, and dance like no one is watching. Like any good Irish-person does. Good luck, and tell me about it!
ohshannonigans! 