For my girls, this can mean weeks without clean clothes. I stress and stress my "issue" with them, and they choose not to do anything about it but whine about having no clean clothes.
Now that school is in, that is a bigger problem since I prefer they wear clean clothes to school instead of looking like orphans.
It has little effect.
Kind of like when I tell the Ish she absolutely cannot leave her school shoes outside all night, and she does it anyway, just to prove to me that she can, indeed, leave them outside. Now she has to wear dewey damp tennis shoes to school.
They never learn. Issues.
In other news...
We drove an hour away this weekend to a restaurant we barely tolerate with people we prefer not to be seen in public with, especially when it involves alcohol and money, but that is another story for another day...
Then it was back to grandma's house... it was her birthday afterall... and feel free to think it wierd that my husbands grandmother is a year and a half younger than my own mother!
Being a grandma who already has everything and is constantly giving things away (usually to my kids), we stick with simple and gave her some handmade cards and a 5x7 group photo of the kids, which mysteriously found itself ripped in half approximately two and a half seconds after being handled by Ishee, who swears it wasn't her... it's a good thing I like her...
We then proceeded to sing Happy Birthday to grandma ... and after a major weeping and wailing fit over candles, she had to light them again so a certain four and a half year old cousin who shall remain nameless could blow them out all by herself. I tell ya, birthdays around here are all about her... it's a good thing we like her... and that she's not mine... cuz I'd a traded her in by now...
But, I kind of like her anyway, even if she thinks I'm strange because I'm always trying to take her picture, something she detests with every fiber of her being. She usually lets me get one shot before she screams at me.
Before we left for this evening of pain and anguish... okay, it wasn't THAT bad (but close)... we drained the pool. With the weather headed south and the solar cover having seen one too many hot summer days and falling apart (literally), the pool just wasn't getting much above 70 degrees. Nobody dared get in and swim to the bottom and pull the plug, so the husband made a siphon out of the shop vac hose which we used until the boy started playing with it and pulled it out.We then made him get in and pull the plug.
Ishee cried.
and then she put on her swimming suit (over her underwear) and played...
in the mud...
I love weekends... almost as much as I love sending the kids off to school on Monday morning! Ahhhh.... silence....
4 comments:
My kids have to do their own laundry.
I think I'm raising your certain four and a half year old cousin, where is the trading post?
ROFL! Swim suit over undies!
My grandma was several years younger than my FIL. Weird how that works.
Love the Ishee photos!
That is a good idea... I may never have to do laundry again if I enforced it! They all have hampers, but they prefer to stick their clothes on the side of them. The hampers are just decor to them.
During family birthday gatherings we always seem to have at least one little munchkin that needs a turn blowing out candles even though it isn't their birthday. A cake isn't a cake without two year old spit all over it!
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