We have a two-hour delay this morning due to the temperature being -15 here in the country. The children are lazily getting around for the school day. 8 gets up nicely but when I remind him that he is grounded off the X-Box for his bedtime behavior last night, he starts his negative rant. How indignant! I offer a chance at redemption if he will get dressed and eat breakfast without attitude. As I write this, he has spilled his cereal milk because he was mad that we wouldn't get him a spoon. I'm not waiting on him and feeding his demands. He gets angry and nudges his tv table away - thus spilling said milk. SIGH
Now, it is almost 8am and I will need to get in the shower to make it to work, my little part-time job in "town." My work day will depend upon my boss' mood as it always does. Hopefully she had a good weekend and is feeling fine. If so, then I can knock out 5 hours of work and make it home just in time for the bus to roll up the drive and let 8 out for the afternoon. THEN that will begin my 2nd half of the day. Homework (with complaining), dinner (with complaining), bathtime (with complaining) and bedtime (with complaining). Thus, I complain to you -- my blog. Thank you.
My husband (whose blogger post name is: "Lighthouse") goes to work at 10am and gets home at 9pm. He has a heck of a commute to the Poconos. At least he has found a guy to carpool with so we are hoping that will save us gas and car mileage.
Lighthouse is the name I gave him in 2006 because he was a beacon of light in that day. And still, when I stop to think, he continues to empower us with kindness and a gentle spirit.
This is a hurried post my dear as I have to go. I'm trying to practice my blogging again so bear with me.