Here it is Monday again. (It IS Monday, right?)
Hubster is off at work, the big boys are at grandmas "helping" (aka living it up with Uncle Bobs big screen and Grandpas ice cream) and the Girls are using the team approach to getting Blondie to actually DO her homework. Cross your fingers!!
Yes, I make the kids do homework. IN. THE. SUMMER. I got really tired of hearing "I'm bored" and they are too short to paint the house. Just another attempt at saving what meager portion of what sanity I have left.
I'll let you know if it works.
I do love that the kids are getting big enough to sit at home if I need to do an emergency diet Pepsi run. Seriously. Me with out caffeine is an Emergency. Capital E. Ask the kids.
Well the store is only about 5 minutes away, so a 15 minute sprint (sanity break) is nice. I usually have a clinger or two, but sometimes a break from the 10 minutes of load, buckle, run back inside to get what someone forgot. Drive the 5 minutes to the store, 10 minutes to unload. Brave the public (are ALL those YOURS?!) Reload. Unload. Pop some Tylenol. A 15 minute near solo trip is a nice break from the near hour it would take otherwise.
Inevitably someone will make it to the car missing at least one shoe. Or pants. But that's a rant for another day. Unloading has its own quirks, such as Where did those fries come from? What was that smell? How many heads do we have? And "don't leave your shoe in the car?!!!"
Come to think of it, it might same time if they just kept them in there. Hummmm.
Cheap flops in the van= peace of mind + minutes shaved from the loading process.
Might have something there :)
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