So, after a rough morning with the daycare kids (not even gonna go there), and then a nap time filled with chaos and homework, I had a relatively nice afternoon.
I decided about 2 minutes after I woke up that I would not be cooking supper tonight. It was gonna be a leftovers or cereal kinda night...and I knew that I'd have to mow the lawn after almost a full week of rain...which was gonna be hard work.
I don't like hard work.
I did it anyhow. I think my lawn is easily 1/2 an acre. Well, probably not. I may be exaggerating just a bit. But, when wrangling 3 kids, 1 power cord and pushing that machine through thick, tall grass - it feels like that much.
My kids helped out. They pulled the cord so that it was always out of my way. They moved the lawn furniture and put away toys. The three of them sat together with their halos at just the right angles.
They waited until I was almost done. I was hot, sweaty, tired and frustrated with the number of trees and bushes that I have to wind around in the back yard. I turned off the machine, sat down and wiped the sweat from my brow.
Then Isaac tries, "We'll pay for 1/2." (this almost worked last time)
Me: "no, guys, not tonight"
Then Iman chimes in, "Well....can we get slurpees?"
oooh...she hit me where it hurts. On a hot day, after mowing a lawn - most people would grab a beer. Not being a drinker, Slurpees are my drink of choice. Oh, how I want a slurpee!! I want to walk to the store and get one, but the ramifications are just something I'm not willing to live with! 3 kids hyped up on more sugar than they've had in the last week - and then trying to get them to bed so that I can get the rest of my homework done....just not something that I can do.
But oh...how I want a Slurpee.
5 days ago