BBQ prep

Tom asked me to move the car into the garage off the street to make room for guests arriving. I tell Riley to go move the car. It is good practice. Tom says to me that the car is at a bad angle, I should do it myself. All I hear is how Riley needs to learn how to drive, but it must be by osmosis since he really doesn't want Riley behind the wheel of a car that he owns.

Being the good mom that I am I force Riley out of the house and in my apron, go with him to sit in the passenger seat to give him encouragement so he can pull away from the curb, turn around in a neighbor's driveway and approach from the angle he and Tom prefer. Such a simple task, putting the car in the garage, but so much patience and time on my part to train that boy. Once parked, I race back into the house to finish cleaning for the party.

Trevor took off this morning to do a free babysitting job so he could be gone with a good excuse and not have to help with the chores of getting ready to have guests for dinner. Riley wished he was gone also, I had him running things up and down the stairs to be put away properly. He hid the laundry in his closet. I will eventually have to dig it all out of the hiding place so everything can be put away properly, but right now it is all hidden from view.