So we’ve been on a cleaning frenzy around the house. The only rooms left untouched are the front office which doesn’t have a purpose or theme unless you count housing the boxes of Craig’s office paraphernalia that he hasn’t unpacked since we moved in July and my upstairs junk craft room stacked with boxes and boxes of photographs that I meant to scrapbook when I was in my Creative Memories phase that lasted about six months.
Which was enough time for me to buy all the stuff that was going to make me a world-class scrapper and then decide that maybe it wasn’t for me.
Kinda’ the story of my life with every.single.hobby I’ve ever had.
Where was I? Oh, yeah, cleaning. ANYWAY, the boys were tasked with picking up the guest room which doubles as a play room when no one’s visiting and I thought it might motivate them to finish the job quicker if I offered an incentive and so I suggested that we’d go get haircuts when they finished and then spent the next four hours wondering why they didn’t move any faster.
We finally made it out of the house and to the mall by 1:30 (we are so on vacation schedule) where we were in and out of SportsClips with minimal crying and Mom the boys decided we had enough time to browse Target for a little while so we enjoyed forty-five minutes in the toy aisle and forty-five seconds in any aisle that I wanted to see.
I didn’t buy anything fun except for a box of discounted generic winter cards for the Christmas New Year’s President’s Day letters I haven’t sent yet and a cup of coffee at the Starbucks because my nerves were a little jangly after having said “No, you can’t buy that. You already spent your allowance three days into the month.” a thousand times. Then we came home and tidied up in preparation for the boys’ Bible study group that meets at our house every other week and why I pick up is beyond me because six seconds after they descend upon us, it’s flying Nerf bullets and swinging swords (you only think I’m kidding) and general mayhem and destruction while they get their wiggles out before sitting down to talk about Jesus and being kind one to another in between the poking, the punching, and generally beating the crap out of each other.
And a good time was had by all.
Have a nice day.
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We just came back from visiting my sister for 4 days. She only has two girls. They are quiet girls. My two boys descended on that house and I’m quite sure my sister is still recovering!
having 3 daughters, I love hearing about your days, with 3 sons. We should do a Trading places for the day thing. ha!
I love reading about your chaos with 3 boys 🙂 it makes me laugh
45 min for them & 45 seconds for us. Tis the tale of my life at Target.
Me too!
Brings back memories of my boys, now 23 and 21 and best friends. The Nerf bullets and swords no longer fly but fun teasing words do. However their sister 13 has been just as much work, if not more, than they were. She is full of energy just like they were. When they come home the bullets and swords come out and she loves it!
Hosting the girls from 7th grade is such a different environment…giggles, laughter & “catching up”! It has been such a blessing…thank you for opening up your home for these youth! I too have plenty of CM stuff if you need more to add to your collection! Perhaps we can tag-team sometime and organize our junk I mean craft rooms!