'Oh the weather outside is frightful' - well, that's an understatement. Thanks to crazy 50-something below windchill temps, school has been cancelled today (Jan 30th) and tomorrow. It's like a weekend just sprouted right in the middle of the week - a week that didn't feel like much of a week to begin with because we already had a snow day on Monday.
|Rare to see the floor in Tank and Reg's room!|
Really this is better than a weekend, because there is NOTHING to drive to. No practices. No games. No religious ed. NOTHING!!!
I am not babysitting, so I have the day off, too. My 5 living-at-home kids are home. Translation: I get just as excited about a day off as they do. Bring the snow days!
When Tank finally rolled out of bed, he asked me to make pancakes or to show him how to make pancakes. Understand- if I show him how to make pancakes, then he will be making them at the most inopportune time. This is the 16 year old who cannot be ready for school each morning because 1. he can never find socks (he doesn't put his laundry away),
2. he can't stop playing with the babies I sit for, and
|Wait, what's this? Tank's b-ball jersey |
off the beaten path in the living
room next to the piano. This
is what it is like to live with Tank!
So, he has NO time to whip up pancakes in the morning. He recently learned to make mac and cheese. This is dangerous. He decided to make some on Monday (snow day), but he only made one box. Ate it all himself, never asked anyone else if they wanted any in advance so he didn't have enough for them. RUDE!
Anyway, I read my book for awhile. I am not enjoying it. I will explain that in a later post. Then I remembered why I work out every morning BEFORE I do anything else. It was hard to get motivated to workout after being cozy on the couch with a (horrible) book.
I agreed to make pancakes for lunch, but I told the kids that the only offspring who would get to eat the pancakes were those that accomplished something off of the list that I made. The job list was easy. Vacuum the family room. Clean a bathroom sink. Wipe out the microwave. Dust mop under the dining room table. Those were the jobs for the 4 contributing members of the family. Tank, the leave-a-trail-kid: PUT AWAY EVERYTHING THAT BELONGED TO HIM IN THE HOUSE.
|Well lookie there - a crockpot for dinner|
and a pile of pancakes for lunch. Thank
goodness I went to Costco
Monday evening when the snow
was plowed and spent $525.
Unfortunately the smell of pancake batter sizzling on the griddle most likely interfered with his ability to grasp this concept. If only I had time to employ the 'sing for your supper' mentality on a regular basis.
|See his pile of stuff on the closet floor? |
1/31/19 afternoon UPDATE: I just opened the closet in the study. There I discovered the stuff that Tank had gathered up from the first floor in order to ingest pancakes. It is hard to see in the picture, but it is a red book, his slippers, a backpack, and a travel shower kit bag. What in the world?
He ended up getting sick last night around 8:00 pm. Puked about 25 times into the wee hours of the morning. Of course he is unable to show any self restraint. He admitted to chugging a bottle of water mid-puking. He knows NOT to do that. Sigh!