Out of the Closet

Keeping things picked up around here is a constant struggle. I had finally had it a couple of weeks ago and dragged the kid by the ear into his room and said you have GOT to get this room picked up. It is NOT ok for you to just leave all those clothes all over your bed.

His response?

That's not a bed, Mom. It's a horizontal closet.

Declarations

There have been a lot of conversations around our house in the last couple of weeks about what this coming summer will look like. The boy thinks this is a great summer for him to hang out by himself at home while Dad and I are at work. (Not going to happen.) I'm going to a lot of work trying go find fun, interesting, new, fabulous things for the boy to do this summer, as well as arrange some semi-down time at Camp Nana & Papa. (The boy isn't going to be happy, regardless - since he doesn't want to do anything that doesn't involve a lot of time on the computer.) It's been a little tense.

So tonight we're having ravioli for dinner and as I'm serving up the boy's I say, "I'm assuming you'd like yours with just a little butter and salt, right?"

And he says "Yes, thanks. And maybe with just a dash of independence."

Not Loving School This Year

Me, making dinnertime conversation: "You know, I thought I was having an allergic reaction to something growing this weekend but now I'm starting to think I'm just getting sick."

Carter: "Ooooh, Mom! Could you please go cough on my pillow?"

Loving the Tweens

Me: "Honey? When you use the last of the toilet paper, you need to put up another roll.

C: "I don't know. It seems like a lot of effort."