Saturday Fun

Senior went camping last night with a couple of buddies. He came home and I asked, "How did it go?" "Fine," he answers. "What did you do?" I ask. "Nothing," he answers. "Did you eat?" I ask.
"Yup," he answers. "What?" I ask. "Um," he thinks, "muffins, and milk, and we had tinfoil dinners." "Did you have fun?" I ask. "Yeah," he answers. OK. Enter Freshman a few hours later after 2 hours with her friends. "Hi," I start to say, "How..." "Mom, we had so much fun, we ate Mexican food and we all sang Happy Birthday, like, so loud in the restaurant and she was like, so embarrassed, and we were like, laughing and it was so funny and then we ate ice cream and then her mom came and we went back to her house and then she had to go the bathroom, but, like, she never came back and we asked her mom where she was and she was like, outside and we were looking everywhere and we thought she went with these other kids, but they were like, so rude, and we were like, whatever, so we were walking everywhere and I think I burned off my whole dinner and then we saw her and she was like, where were you and we were like, where were you but she had her skate board so we were like trying it out and we were like laughing so hard and then her mom called and we had to go home and I'm like so tired, so g'nite mom."

I'm a little tired myself. Think I'll go to bed. Have a nice Sunday:)

Saturday is a Special Day...

Saturday! The whole family is home and we gather over Coco Puffs (no healthy fiber vitamin crap for us on Saturday!) and review the day's plan. The children are shocked, as they are every Saturday, to discover we expect them to clean their rooms. PreT-1 expected to go the mall with $20 of my dollars, not in her possession. Freshman was apparently planning the same thing. Senior announces that since he worked hard all week, he should get Saturday off. TGH rolled his eyes, and gave Senior a 'you-will-be-cleaning-the-garage-with-me' look. Cub Scout gives us his saddest look and mournfully reveals that he is actually too young to be of any use for Saturday chores. After a brief reality check (dad says, GO CLEAN YOUR ROOMS) we were in business. I spent the day cleaning up and out the boys room. I went the whole nine yards, moving furniture, vaccuming, sorting, organizing, and finally cleaning the carpets. I love my Bissel. We're going to have to move Caboose into a big boy bed since our friends are moving and want their crib back. Now is the perfect time to straighten out that room in preparation for the move. The girls rooms are clean, and the kitchen is passable. The garage plan fell because TGH remembered he had plumbing to finish, the light downstairs needed to be rewired and his favorite college team was playing football... It feels good to get things cleaned up. I know next week, we'll be starting all over, but, tonight, the clean kids are tucked into clean beds in clean rooms and I'm going to go eat some ice cream!