Actually, there is no such thing as a designated chore day, at least not in my family. Partly this is because weekends belong to youth sports and everyone is in divide and conquer mode…but, if by some small miracle there is a big part of unfilled space on the calendar, and I see everyone sitting staring at tv screens or whatever, I get a little twitchy.
Good morning from my couch office. 🙂
My office hours haven’t begun yet but I’m feeling a tad discombobulated about recent events. I thought I’d empty my head into the keyboard before I start my writing projects. Technically I have just under an hour before work starts…and, I have coffee. So sit back, I got some
complaining story telling for you. 😉
I have a question for you, but before I give you my own answer, I want to explain something.
First, the question.
If you have a dishwasher, what part of emptying it do you hate the most?
I posted this last night under a different title. Once it showed up in the reader I cringed at the stupid title I came up with so I took it down. I came up with a different title and here you go. 😃
The empty-nest followers of this blog assure me that life will get too quiet when the minions depart our humble abode. I know this, and I both look forward to and dread it somewhat. In the meantime, our mayhem at least provides blog fodder. 😉
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My Saturday began with sneezing.
My three glass birds on my window were down to two yesterday morning. My cardinal fell down and broke.
Perhaps this should have warned me about my upcoming day.
I actually have time to sit and blog when I leave things to be done by someone else in the house, say a teenager for example.
Oh how I amuse myself. 😉
It has occurred to me that what I say and what kids hear is not the same.
Surprise! I bet you didn’t know that… 😉
It appears to me that they have different interpretations of my spoken word. A brief conversation with a grade 8 teacher on a non-related matter, over email, tells me I am not alone. Ha.
I don’t get it though. I think I’m very clear when I speak… 🙃
This morning I woke with a wet dog nose in my face.
I look at the clock. Almost 6 am.
I’m on the fence about going camping in August.
Part of me really wants to go in order to be a part of the childhood experiences that are rapidly dwindling these days. I mean, not really, they’re 13 and 10 which really is still childhood, but in some ways I do see a gap forming between them and me. Especially with the older one. He’s expecting more freedom and independence, yet still lives like a child (meals are made, clean bed to sleep in, someone to buy him new shoes when he needs them). But he tends to want to do things with dad more which is completely normal and natural for an adolescent boy.
Dad likes camping. And fishing. And sleeping with bugs. In tents. During humidity heat waves. Without access to showers. And the kids don’t seem to mind either…
I’m getting more wimpy in my old age… 😉
Today, I’m annoyed.
This didn’t happen immediately upon waking up, nor did I expect to feel annoyed later. We actually had a fantastic weekend, and I had a good sleep, woke up in a pleasant mood, had coffee while everyone else slept in, and bonus: the outdoor public pool was open and lessons a go. It had maintenance issues most of last week, cancelling lessons and swim club twice, which annoyed me then.
But not this morning. This morning I was in a happy mood.