I have so much that I need and want to write about, but this will be an insanely busy week. It’s back to school, but more importantly, this is the week of Squiggy’s barmitzvah. I have been in NY on “vacation” for the last 3 weeks, so I need to knuckle down and take care of business, so blogging will be sporadic at best. Right now the writing I have to do is my speech for aforementioned barmitzvah – anyone want to do it for me? 😉
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Happy Back to School!!
My oldest has a best friend who I call Blessing, and he totally is a blessing. He hangs out with the two oldest, and is a very good influence on them. He has slept over the past two nights, which is no big deal – I call him my 5th son because he practically lives here. The kids have all grown up together and I do not treat him as a guest. When he is here for a meal he has to help clean up, I ask him to do stuff that I ask the other kids to do and he does it willingly.
So this morning I went grocery shopping with Squiggs and when I came home I had the other boys unload the stuff. As soon as everything was on the kitchen table waiting for me to organize it my way they were back in front of the Nintendo Wii (thanks dear friends for that gift – it provides many hours of amusement for my children. (I’m not sure if that was supposed to have a sarcastic tone or not)). Blessing has no tv or Wii at home.
It’s a gorgeous day and they wanted to spend it square eyed and flat-tushed. Nope. Mean old momma told them they had to go clean their rooms before the tv goes on. Fast forward 30 minutes of futzing around, and Blessing is working real hard cleaning the big boys room, and they are just pushing stuff from one place to the other. Squiggs asked me to tell Blessing to stop cleaning his mess, I told Squiggs that instead of me telling Blessing to stop, he should take over from him and do what I asked of him.
They finally finished cleaning their room and I made them go outside and get some air. I know they will be back inside soon because they will be hungry. Must be at least 30 minutes since they ate something.
(BTW I asked Blessing to move in with us – he never complains, never sasses me and always listens. Perfect Kid)
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