I am a W.T. Momma

It's 2:30 in the afternoon and my kids are outside in the junked up backyard playing in the sandbox in their pajamas (Kyle in his underwear) and it's chilly out there. That just snuck up on me. Guess what? I really don't care.

We started our Saturday out with a list of jobs to do in order to receive some rewards. Fighting and arguing ensued and has continued all day. Everything has been taken away...until the jobs are done. They even spent some time locked in their rooms. They still managed to get NOTHING done. I've given up. I am determined to not clean the three rooms assigned to them. It will be done eventually, I have no energy left to see it through. May feel better when Steve gets home.

So I am the meanest mom. Lauren has said several times today that she hates me! She is going to pack her things up and go live with Grammie. Little does she know, I learned all my mean mom tactics from Grammie. (I mean that in the nicest way) They should be grateful that I don't pull out big yellow sponges and fantastic and tell them to get to cleaning the walls! If they would just do what was asked it would take them 45 minutes tops and we would all have a much better day. Someday they'll learn.

Maybe the space thing outside will do us all some good.

Since a post is not compelet without a photo....here's some of Kade and Kyle playing ring around the rosies on the trampoline yesterday.








Wanted to record a conversation that Kyle had on the way to football practice on Thursday evening. They were discussing that Shane was Catholic and what that meant. Seems that Kyle told everyone on the way that Kade was a different religion and that he was from Pluto. Apparently an alien went in my ear and I had Kade. CRAZY boy!