Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Rite of Passage - Radio Wars

My son has recently been deemed old enough and big enough to ride in the front seat of the car.  The benefit of this is that I no longer feel like a chauffeur when it's just me and the kids in the car.  The downside is that it puts my son within arms reach of the radio controls.  Every time he sits in the front seat he immediately wants to put on this pop crap radio station.  <shiver>  I can only hear so many songs about bimbos and partying, or partying bimbos, or losing ones partying bimbo, before I want to find the 'artists' and burn their cheesy drum machines and make them eat their auto-tuners!  Due to my refusal to listen to this station, he's tried several tactics to try and change the station when he thinks I am not paying attention.  As a result, he has learned that his Mother has excellent peripheral vision and lightning reflexes.  I am NINJA Mom!

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Laundry Baskets

Dear Children,
   I admit it.  Your father and I are guilty of setting a bad example.  We have been guilty of putting off folding the laundry.  We have gone for days choosing our outfits from the unfolded laundry in the baskets.  I now see that this was an unintended bad example that we must now rectify.  For the record:  laundry baskets are not intended for permanent storage of clothing.  You have been supplied with a closet* and a dresser* for this purpose.    Therefore, when we put a basket of folded laundry in your room, it is (and always has been) expected that you will put the laundry away.  So please, put your laundry away.  I need an empty basket for the load of underwear that just finished.

Love,
Mom

*In case you have trouble finding them: The closet is the rectangular inset in your wall with the slide-y doors.  It currently is full of the stuff you pushed in there when you 'cleaned' your room.  The dresser is the large rectangular block next to your book cases with the drawers.  The drawers open and you can put stuff in them.  It is not, as you seem to believe, a fancy raised platform for your dirty dishes.