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My teenagers think they have me all figured out. 

You know what I think?

I think horrible teen attitudes have nothing to do with hormones.

I think teens just figure that if they are rotten enough to us that we'll let them stay out late at night just so we can have some peace and quiet.

What they've forgotten however is that they still need us to pick them up from where ever they are hanging out.

And teens? I need my sleep more then I need peace.  

So, pester away, cause the curfew?

It's still there.

 

Yeah, it's like that...

On Sunday afternoon, my husband came downstairs from his office where he'd been all morning working on income tax stuff. 

'I need a break,' he told me while rubbing his neck.

'Okay,' I acknowledged from behind my laptop.

Moments later he reappeared in front of me.

'I want to check the score on the football game,' he announced.

I waited.

'Youngest daughter and her friends are watching a movie in the family room and our son and his friends are playing a video game downstairs,' he said.

I looked up at him and tried to be helpful.

'Costco was clearing out TVs when I was there yesterday.' I said.

He just huffed away.

It's hard to be the king when the kids take control of the remotes - and just about everything else.

Sigh.

 

Just killing time...

This morning I went to buy a cup of tea at a local coffee shop while my daughter was at her music lesson.

Although I don't go to this particular coffee shop every Saturday morning, I do go there often enough that I recognize the people working behind the counter. This morning, in my standard polite Canadian way, I asked the gentleman who was serving me how he was.

'Just killing time until I die,' he replied.

 Ouch.

He did grin at me after he said it, which led me to believe he was just looking for a reaction, but, really?

I mean, REALLY?

I guess in reality that's what we're all doing, but thanks for the cheery words at 9 am on a lovely sunny Saturday morning.

So uh, kids? Just so you know, Eeyore is working at the corner coffee shop in the north west end of my town. Or maybe he's that kid from Charlie Brown who walks around with a rain cloud over his head.

Either way, I think I'll go to a different place to get my tea next Saturday morning.

We all scream for...

 

 

How to use a hanger

I know I've posted about this before, but it seems my children need a reminder. 

You see, now that we have colder weather I have sent all my kids to school properly equipped with warm footwear, mittens, hats, scarves and a suitable coat.

But, all this toasty warm and fairly expensive gear is now lying on my mud room floor. At least the stuff that's not molding in the lost and found at school is in there, I must admit I haven't done a complete inventory.

Which leads me to - hangers.

Okay, so kids? See that little picture at the top of this post? Don't be scared, that's a hanger.

Mittens go in your coat pockets, and then the sleeves of your coat need to go over the pointy ends of this hanger thing. You then need to take the top hooked part and place it over the rod in the mud room closet. This should take about oh, all of ten seconds.

Boots can also be placed in the bottom of the same closet on the boot mats.

Hangers and boot mats are our friends. Please start using them.

I appreciate your attention.

Gesh.

I'm going to visit Minnie Mouse!

We're going to Walt Disney World.

Soon.

My kids are getting a little too big for Disney, or so they tell me, but it doesn't matter because I'm dragging them to enjoy the magic anyway.

You know what I like most about Disney today though? 

I like the fact that when I went to their site to check on my reservation, I was greeted by Donald Duck and a little sign telling me how many days it was until my Disney vacation began.

That is how many days it is until I can walk around outside without a coat.

That's how many days it is until someone else cooks the family meals, does the dishes, makes the beds, dusts the shelves, wipes the counters and vacuums the floors of my living space.

That's how many days it is until I don't have to spend my evenings driving kids to their activies and fighting with them to do homework or practice their music. 

How many days it is until I GET A VACATION.

So yeah, that little sign made me smile.

Actually, I wanted to flippin' kiss the little thing.

The Disney marketing machine? 

It's the best people, simply the best.