Tonight at the dinner table, while discussing the fact that it's interesting to me that someone who isn't employed outside her home would be using Linkedin to connect via social media, Thomas said, "Well, mom, you're a stay-at-home mom, right? Except you just also have a job?"
Right, son. Something like that.
On days like this I don't know if I'm winning or losing or just simply drowning. But, hey, at least I'm snowing the eight-year-old.
Sunday, April 13
There's that phrase about necessity being the mother of invention. I don't know that this is technically necessary, but I do have to applaud the ingenuity here. When you've outgrown your Little Tykes basketball goal and you can't play outside, a little duct tape and a storage bin will do.
Sunday, March 23
I'm a little under the weather which could possibly result in my patience being a little thinner than normal as well. The boys were running around in the basement this afternoon and the volume was just too high.
I called Thomas upstairs and asked him to sit down next to me while I quietly explained that I really needed to not hear his voice so clearly and reminded him that he's got some big birthday plans brewing - in his own mind anyway - and that if he wanted me to put any of those into action I needed him to lower his perpetually broken volume button and prove he could have a group of boys around and not be out of control. He nodded solemnly, indicating he understood, and disappeared.
A second later I hear him YELL, "Oh, it was just the 'bring it down talk' again! No big deal!"
I'm so good at this parenting thing.
Saturday, March 1
Someone living here at the House of Hondo is a tiny bit into basketball right now. This is on the kitchen counter to drive our television viewing for today. You'll notice that these aren't organized chronologically, but by AP ranking. He's also a tiny bit competitive.
Sunday, February 23
I'm cooking chicken enchiladas for dinner. After pronouncing that gross, he decided to prepare his own dinner.
I'll let you be the judge of whether a chopped medley of pepperonis and string cheese in a tortilla is less or more disgusting.
P.S. Yes. He's wearing pajama pants while preparing dinner. It was a busy Friday and Saturday and lazy Sundays are pretty difficult to come by around here. What can I say?