Kids watching a movie

Watching a movie. At home. (2006)

Talk about a role reversal.

This past Saturday, all three of our teens went to the movies.

Without us.

The 16 year-old boy had asked if we could drop him off at the theater so he could meet up with a half a dozen of his friends from high school.

Sure.

But then his 14 year-old sister and his 15 year-old stepsister said that they wanted to go too.

Which of course, their brother tried to kibosh.

(He’s at the age where he still sees his younger sisters as liabilities. I told him that when they’re all a little older, he just might want them around. Especially if their cute friends are with them.)

After some negotiation, where it was agreed that the girls would stay far away from their brother and his friends, an equal amount of money was disbursed and I drove them all to the movie theater.

This was a first time occurrence for me and my hubs. Yes, the kids have all been to the movies by themselves, at different times.

But to have all three of them out on a Saturday night just felt odd.

Especially when I realized that we had just given them $20 each. That’s a total of 60 bucks. Just for the three of them to go to the movies and get something to eat.

Seriously?

Well now what we were supposed to do? Go out to dinner and drop another $60?

And it was only then that I realized the role reversal going on.

When our kids were little, we would occasionally get a sitter and go out. (Only occasionally because every other weekend the three of ours were with their other parents. Divorce and all.)

Now we had just given the money that we used to give to the sitter to the kids.

And we were going to be the ones staying at home. Eating leftovers.

Hmm.

We ended up making the most of our few hours of quiet time. We sat on the front porch for a while and shared a bottle of wine. We ate some leftovers. And for entertainment, we watched Anthony Bourdain’s new show, The Layover, on the computer. (It was the Seattle episode. I’ve never been there and now I definitely want to go.)

I don’t think a repeat $60 movie night is anywhere in our kids’ near future.

Unless of course, they all get jobs.

In the meantime, they can invite their friends here, rent a movie and eat our leftovers.

And we’ll sit out on the front porch and share another bottle of wine. (Because that was really nice. Until it got buggy.)

Sounds fair, right?