Saturday Morning

Thank goodness for work on Saturdays. I woke up this morning to tom getting ready for a weekend in Corvallis. He is golfing with friends then off to the late game. He will spend the night and probably golf again before coming home. It is raining, but that wont slow true golfers of the Northwest down. They would rarely get out if they waited for the weather to be nice.

Meanwhile my boys wake up and start the TV. I ask for them to wait until I leave the house. There is plenty to be done around the house. Riley's birthday presents are still piled on the dining room table. Riley hides under the covers in my bed, pretending to be asleep while I list off all the chores; from putting his new pants and shirts away, to unloading the dishes from the dishwasher, to getting out of my bed so I can make it before I leave.

Tom's friends come into the chaose. I tell them I needed just one hour of no TV then I am off to work and the boys will do what ever they want. Tom just rolls his eyes. He does tell the boys to do what I ask before he heads out the door. Riley is still hiding under the covers in my bed. He had snuck in there to play the x box. He was disappointed that I made him turn it off. Now he is going to hide until I leave and then turn it back on.

Nothing will get done. I will come home to the dishes still needing to be unloaded and the pile of presents still on the dining room table. The carpet needs to be vaccumed and the lawn needs to be mowed.

AAh, I have hope. I offer Trevor money for today,$20 to do chores. He agrees. I make a list; dishes laundry vaccuming, putting away new cloths, cleaning clothes off his floor. I have hope now that the disaster areas might be brought down to a dull roar before I get home.

Riley still hides from me. Waiting until I leave so he can turn on the TV again. I may have to steal the cords off his games, if things get really bad this week. He did like his presents yesterday though. Spoiled child. I love my boys, but they are so much more work these days. Their messes are bigger also.




Trevor has marching band practice. I will drop him on my way to work. I know nothing around the house will get done in my absense. At least Trevor has something constructive to do. I love escaping the teenagers for work. Dealing with adults who know their jobs and follow the rules of civility.