Friday, February 1, 2008
In the great and rainy state of Virginia school has been cancelled. Yes, that's right I said 'rainy'. And I said 'canceled'. I am looking outside and the rain is in fact, heavy, but it is still just - rain. Coming from Utah, living at 6,000 ft, I drove through 2-3 feet of snow, in a raging blizzard, more than once, to get my kids to the bus stop. After braving the elements there, this seems - weird. People say that I shouldn't scoff, after all it is freezing rain. Which is the kind that freezes (hence the name) when it hits the ground, and apparently people here do not know how to drive on slick roads. Ergo, we are all homebound for a 'rain day.' Excuse me, a 'freezing rain day'.
Consequently, instead of getting ready to go to the gym, I am overseeing the clean up of the basement. Whilst, goading my 3 offspring into action, we had the following 'intellectual' conversation:
N: If my birthday was on Christmas would I still get presents?
Me: You bet.
N: Awesome! I wish my birthday was on Christmas!
A: I wish my birthday was on Thanksgiving.
A: Because we would have a big feast for my birthday dinner. (She looked suddenly thoughtful) Can I never not get my own birthday cake?
A: Can I never not get my own birthday cake?
Me: What do you mean?
A: Um, like, if I didn't finish my dinner?
Me: Well, usually we have something good for your birthday dinner - so you want to finish it.
A: But if it was Thanksgiving dinner, I might have to eat some gross vegetables or something, and I wouldn't want to, but I wouldn't get my dessert if I didn't finish - so can I never not get my own birthday cake?
Never Not? I was thinking that A could have really used this day of school to brush up on her grammer, but before I had time to delve into double negatives, the kids began to battle over N's prolific creation of Mii's on the Wii. A is angry that N is wasting Mii's. N feels very strongly that Heather will really want a personalized Mii waiting for her when she comes to visit this spring. And so will Kristy. So will Grandpa Rex. I resolved the issue by dictating that A can make all girl Mii's and N can make all the boy's. But only for real people. N will have to delete all of the fake Mii's that he created, because let's face it, that is wasteful. In fact, Some kids don't have any Mii's at all, and here N is all willy-nilly with the wasting. (If you don't have a Wii and don't understand this, just chalk it up to kids having another pointless argument.)
On the tails of resolving the Mii issue there have been loud disagreements over:
a) who actually turned the Wii on (because this was not allowed until the basement was clean)
b) who demolished Z's club house (because they should have to fix it)
c) why Z should pick up all the Scooby-Doo toys and not just Daphne (sadly, his all time favorite toy - besides barbies and polly pockets)
d) how N threw A's book at/to her and so will never be allowed to touch any of her things ever again
e) how Z is not helping clean
f) how N is not helping clean
g) how A is the only one who is cleaning even though she never makes any of the messes
I am wondering if I can never not get any peace and quiet today. Z is crying, N is yelling, A is tattle taleing, (perhaps I could be more parental but I am blogging)....and it is 8:30 a.m.
It would seem that my kids day off is my day to pull a double shift. Time to go be a mommy.