I believed I would be accomplishing so much these few weeks with no school and no babysitting duties. Instead, I am struggling to stay afloat. Good-bye schedule - hello, mayhem.
|Empty bags of Legos and |
direction books. If there
aren't Legos on the floor,
then this is the other issue.
|Lego Friends are|
over taking our home.
|NBA Lego too. |
Whatever happened to a bucket
of Legos that could
make anything you could imagine?
At times they will take a break in their Lego creating to eat something - feed their brains. Then abandon the mess in the kitchen - maybe play a few rounds of a video game before heading back to the Lego mine field. If a friend calls, they will jump at the chance to go hang out at another house - why not? Or they stick around and continue to feed their faces willy nilly and only come up for air to ask what I'm serving them for dinner.
|This is a small would-be |
counter top that currently
is covered by plywood and a
festive Christmas table cloth.
We only have pop in the
house after a party. This is why.
Empty applesauce, empty pop cans.
It's a free for all.
The older guys. Well, they sleep half the day away. Everything else is worked in and around their trips to the gym and how long they argue over control of the xbox. Returning milk to the fridge is apparently against their religious beliefs.
|Leftover pizza casserole in a|
crockpot might feed the
masses but it also leads to
college kid opting to eat at
a friend's house. Embarrassing.
I'm just now carving out time to blog. I drove Curly to dancing and I intended to drive home and send a brother to pick her up. It snowed just enough to make the roads a disaster, so I opted to sit and wait for her in my car. For two hours. Um, it's crazy, ass-biting cold here in Chicago. I hope you appreciate that I can't feel my fingers as I blog.
I'm just crossing my frozen phalanges that SOMEONE puts SOMETHING away while I'm absent. I doubt it though.
I don't want Christmas break to end, BUT I need some order. I'm not even a neat freak. It's not my nature. I told Coach tonight that I might mandate a day where no one is allowed to leave the house or make plans until something is accomplished.
'I think I am working that day,' he muttered. And I wonder where they get it.
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