As I walked away, I heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs accompanied with a few moans and groans. Again, as an experienced parent, I have learned to ignore those sound effects as we finally made our way to the truck.
Assisting my reluctant helper, I pulled an item from the truck. “Take this and bring it to the basement,” I offered.
I, too, grabbed an item and was about twenty seconds behind my partner. As I made it to the basement; my child was already walking up from the basement.
Let’s fast forward to when I am heading back upstairs. I was truly expecting to crisscross my child again which did not occur. Ok. No problem, I thought. They could be waiting for me at the truck. Afterall, it’s extremely hard for a teen to discern what item to grab next from a packed truck.
Still, I had not encountered another soul on my way to the truck nor at the truck. I was perplexed. I headed back to the bottom of the stairs and called out, “Where did you go? There is a ton of stuff that needs to go to the basement.”