Yesterday, when "Boris" picked up his spawn from the shop, my only request was that Mitch fold the load of towels waiting in the dryer. I also suggested Joe could help, since they'd been at each other's throats all afternoon. Well, except for the brief interlude when they were all munching popcorn, brought as a bribe by Emma. Imagine, then, my dismay at 11:30 p.m., as I attempted to toss another load of clothes into the dryer for a spin. Hmmm. What to do?
As most of you know, I'm a creative sort of thinker, an "outside-the-box" girl. To remedy the problem, I put the Wii-motes at the bottom of the basket I'd had to pile the towels into. Then, this morning when Joe came to me asking to play, I said "of course" and "what a great idea" and I could see he was stunned... usually I make them do something before gaming permission is granted. Boy, you should've seen the look on the boys' faces when the remotes were gone from the drawer. (Tee-hee) Pure panic. I dryly suggested to them that, were they to finish the chores from the previous day, the missing pieces of their gaming system would probably turn up. I have to hand it to Joe, though. For a six-year-old, he has pretty good deduction skills. He figured out exactly what I'd done, and he rallied everyone to get the towels folded and put away, pronto. I just love it when a plan comes together.
You know, this blogging everyday for a year shouldn't be too hard. I joined a 'blog 365' ring, but Melly is attempting to make me a "blogging 366" button, since I've decided not to slack just because it's a leap year. It might screw up my mojo, like when you're really dedicated to your yoga, but you skip a week due to a horrific sinus infection, then you realize it's been almost nine months since your last downward dog. So, yeah. I am going to do this. I'm off now to make a bank deposit, mail the MIL her monkey socks, and figure out what's for dinner in this crazy place. I think I'm allergic to my antibiotic, because the back of my throat is super itchy, but it's red as all get-out, so until I stop breathing, I guess I'm okay. Have a fantastic evening, y'all. C