MM got out his menu planning paper and sat down with me to plan. I took an inventory of our raw ingredients and then just let him run with it. Monday when I got home there was dinner, and Tuesday too, leftovers on Wednesday, and Thursday. He grocery shopped, little mini trips, rather than one big trip. I think he was trying to show me that I could go to Leslie's funeral, that he could man the fort.
I coached the boys on how to be helpful in my absence. Butter is usually a decent helper unless he is starving or experiencing the delightful mood swings of adolescence, which occur at least twice daily. iMac protests a bit about doing dishes, but I know he is bluffing. MM had had his best week yet since brain surgery, so while some days I have felt worried just leaving to go to work, this week has been almost worry free.