I've just read that kids often understand concepts better when they are explained with pictures instead of words.
So, today I drew this.
Yes, it is trying to help my children understand that putting their dishes in the dishwasher will make their Mama happy.
My children seem to be having problems grasping this concept.
Okay, so kids? Sink bad. Dishwasher good.
Think it'll work?
My teenagers think they have me all figured out.
You know what I think?
I think horrible teen attitudes have nothing to do with hormones.
I think teens just figure that if they are rotten enough to us that we'll let them stay out late at night just so we can have some peace and quiet.
What they've forgotten however is that they still need us to pick them up from where ever they are hanging out.
And teens? I need my sleep more then I need peace.
So, pester away, cause the curfew?
It's still there.
On Sunday afternoon, my husband came downstairs from his office where he'd been all morning working on income tax stuff.
'I need a break,' he told me while rubbing his neck.
'Okay,' I acknowledged from behind my laptop.
Moments later he reappeared in front of me.
'I want to check the score on the football game,' he announced.
I waited.
'Youngest daughter and her friends are watching a movie in the family room and our son and his friends are playing a video game downstairs,' he said.
I looked up at him and tried to be helpful.
'Costco was clearing out TVs when I was there yesterday.' I said.
He just huffed away.
It's hard to be the king when the kids take control of the remotes - and just about everything else.
Sigh.
This morning I went to buy a cup of tea at a local coffee shop while my daughter was at her music lesson.
Although I don't go to this particular coffee shop every Saturday morning, I do go there often enough that I recognize the people working behind the counter. This morning, in my standard polite Canadian way, I asked the gentleman who was serving me how he was.
'Just killing time until I die,' he replied.
Ouch.
He did grin at me after he said it, which led me to believe he was just looking for a reaction, but, really?
I mean, REALLY?
I guess in reality that's what we're all doing, but thanks for the cheery words at 9 am on a lovely sunny Saturday morning.
So uh, kids? Just so you know, Eeyore is working at the corner coffee shop in the north west end of my town. Or maybe he's that kid from Charlie Brown who walks around with a rain cloud over his head.
Either way, I think I'll go to a different place to get my tea next Saturday morning.
I know I've posted about this before, but it seems my children need a reminder.
You see, now that we have colder weather I have sent all my kids to school properly equipped with warm footwear, mittens, hats, scarves and a suitable coat.
But, all this toasty warm and fairly expensive gear is now lying on my mud room floor. At least the stuff that's not molding in the lost and found at school is in there, I must admit I haven't done a complete inventory.
Which leads me to - hangers.
Okay, so kids? See that little picture at the top of this post? Don't be scared, that's a hanger.
Mittens go in your coat pockets, and then the sleeves of your coat need to go over the pointy ends of this hanger thing. You then need to take the top hooked part and place it over the rod in the mud room closet. This should take about oh, all of ten seconds.
Boots can also be placed in the bottom of the same closet on the boot mats.
Hangers and boot mats are our friends. Please start using them.
I appreciate your attention.
Gesh.
I'm Leanne and I'm a tired mama. I work, I parent, I juggle and I don't seem to get enough sleep. Welcome to the place where I rant about all these things...
