Random bits of nothing.
Today is Hunter’s last day of school for the year. Next year he moves onto middle school and the big SIXTH grade. Why am I dreading that?
Hunter has a lot of “only child” friends. Most of these kids are more mature than their peers and since Hunter was an “only” for 7 years they all seem to hit it off well. Fine. Great. Good.
Except these only child families don’t mind dropping a couple hundred dollars on weekend activities. Take last week for example. There was the Dayton Bombers hockey tournament. $16 admission and it went into double over time so he didn’t get home until almost midnight on a school night.
Then he was invited to a laser tag party, $20. The next day it was skating $15. The day after that the movies, $20. It just goes on and on.
Or it goes on and on for those kids, my kid is getting a reality check.
I decided to give Hunter an entertainment fund. Every week, providing he does all his chores, I will put some money into the fund. He can decide how he wants to spend it. But once it’s gone, it’s gone.
This is exactly how I budget. Before now his birthday and Christmas money carried him the entire year. Oh well, he’s growing up and wanting to do more expensive things…time to adjust the budget. Heh.
I am just about done planting in the yard this year. Right now I am having a war with aphids. They are trying to kill my ornamentals and I just can’t have it. I think my yard has super-bugs. I spray bug killer, they drink it, laugh, and give me the finger.
But I will NOT be defeated. Er, I hope.
Gavin came in my room early this morning and before I even opened my eyes told me he has some new rules I need to follow.
In his very loud morning voice he commanded them ….
“#1 GET UP. #2 Take me to Burger King play land to play. #3 Take me to Chick-fil-a. #4 Take me to feed the ducks at the park.”
I was proud he associated the numbers with each specific rule and didn’t lose track.
When I groaned (it was 6:00am) and rolled over he said, “Mom. Time is running out. Now repeat my rules back to me!”
He was so serious. I did the only reasonable thing a mother can do. I threw a pillow at him and told him to get in bed and cuddle with me.
He’s my little prophet with a king complex. Though I am trying to teach him noble prophets and kings don't pick their noses.
He's trying to teach me whatever he does is good.
So let it be written, so let it be done!
One of my favorite authors lives in Cincinnati. Would it be considered stalking if I drove by her house or took walks down the street until I ran into her?
I blogged about some kids going down my road and busting mail boxes in December. I just got a cashier’s check from the vandal along with a note asking my forgiveness. The return address was a parole officer.
Spank ya very much.
I bought a power washer a month or so ago at Lowes for $99. (Something small like 1200 psi) I power washed and sealed my entire deck. I power washed the sidewalk and drive way, the roof. Heh. We have really big trees and the sap makes large black strips down the shingles. I spent a few hours up there and wa-la, looks like a brand new roof. All clean and sparkly. I power washed the gutters, the brick, the down spouts, some mini boulders in my flower bed.
I power washed so much when Gavin had muddy feet the other day he asked me if I was going to power wash his feet.
Buwhahahahaha.
Now THERE’S a rule!