Let me get back on my soapbox about the housework. Yesterday morning I had so many choices…what to do, what to do, what to do first! Pay bills, fold laundry and put more in the washing machine, work in my garden, or (you guessed it) clean the house. Well, since it usually gets hot in the afternoon, it’s best to work outside in the morning. And the beautiful spring weather is not going to last very much longer…so I worked in my flower beds. The three-year old granddaughter helped me dig holes and plant flowers with her very own Dora the Explorer garden tools, gloves included. She also helped with the mulch and the watering. I could only fill the watering can a forth of the way full so she could lift it. She had a blast and so did I. We wouldn’t have had near as much fun cleaning the house. Then it was lunch time and we had a picnic outside. After lunch, it was nap time. I usually have to lie down with her to get her to sleep, and today was no exception (otherwise, she just plays). Of course, I fell asleep. After about 45 minutes, I woke up thinking, “I need to get busy!” The nap rejuvenated me a little bit so I worked on the laundry and started picking up around the house. I knew I wouldn’t have time to completely clean it before the kids would be home from school but I completed the all the laundry, even put it away. The kids had Taekwondo from 5-5:45pm. After a quick bite to eat at Wendy’s we headed south to help their mom finish up her move to a new apartment (lots closer -Yea!) The kids took their baths at their moms so they were able to go straight to bed when we returned home around 10pm. Yes, I know that’s too late for a school night. So there are all my justifications for not cleaning the house today. Oh, well, there’s always tomorrow.
And here’s proof of my past lack of enthusiasm to be a diligent disciplinarian when it comes to my grandchildren. I have totally enable them to be lazy. This morning, at his request, I made my grandson cream of wheat for breakfast. As I multi-tasked, getting the three-year old her cereal and orange juice, serving his cream of wheat, and making toast, he sat in his chair doing nothing. “You need to eat, it’s getting late,” I remind him. His reply, “I’m waiting for you to get me a spoon.” Aye-yi-yi! I’ve created a monster! I very calmly pointed out that he had two hands and feet and was fully capable of getting his own spoon. On his face appears a half grin as he heads for the silverware drawer. I’m determined to change his motto from “Don’t do anything you can get Grandma to do,” to “I better take care of that myself if I want it done.” I wonder how long it will take to undo the damage.
Update on eldest daughter: Her doctor told her that her gall bladder needs to come out, which, of course, means surgery. She will have an ultrasound this morning (Friday) then next will be an appointment with a surgeon. I see a trip to Dallas coming up soon. And my friend’s son is doing better and will probably be moved out of ICU and to a regular room today. Thank you for your prayers.
Quotes from the three-year old:
“Papaw and I already had that word.” (Said after she told me that she wanted to see her mommy and I told her that she was working and that she would see her this weekend).
And here’s proof of my past lack of enthusiasm to be a diligent disciplinarian when it comes to my grandchildren. I have totally enable them to be lazy. This morning, at his request, I made my grandson cream of wheat for breakfast. As I multi-tasked, getting the three-year old her cereal and orange juice, serving his cream of wheat, and making toast, he sat in his chair doing nothing. “You need to eat, it’s getting late,” I remind him. His reply, “I’m waiting for you to get me a spoon.” Aye-yi-yi! I’ve created a monster! I very calmly pointed out that he had two hands and feet and was fully capable of getting his own spoon. On his face appears a half grin as he heads for the silverware drawer. I’m determined to change his motto from “Don’t do anything you can get Grandma to do,” to “I better take care of that myself if I want it done.” I wonder how long it will take to undo the damage.
Update on eldest daughter: Her doctor told her that her gall bladder needs to come out, which, of course, means surgery. She will have an ultrasound this morning (Friday) then next will be an appointment with a surgeon. I see a trip to Dallas coming up soon. And my friend’s son is doing better and will probably be moved out of ICU and to a regular room today. Thank you for your prayers.
Quotes from the three-year old:
“Papaw and I already had that word.” (Said after she told me that she wanted to see her mommy and I told her that she was working and that she would see her this weekend).
“My favorite colors are pink and chocolate.” (She is often asked what color of lollipop she wants).
“I don’t want to be grounded! I want to be happy!” (Don’t we all? I grounded/banned her from my bedroom for the rest of the day for getting into my things, again!)
"If you drink too much milk, you'll turn into a cow." (Relaying false information her papaw used to explain to her why he doesn't drink milk).
And finally, this morning she rose out of bed at 5am and I told her it was too early to get up. She asked, “Why are you up, Grandma?” “Because I couldn’t sleep,” I answered. “Oh, was Papaw snoring again?”
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