Sunday, April 19, 2015

Boys will be Boys

Yesterday the little boy next door and his friend (who are about 7-8 years old), asked my kids to come over and play.  Okay, go play......have fun......leave me alone for 30 minutes!  As I'm standing in the kitchen preparing dinner (looking over our backyard and the neighbor's)....I notice one of the boys (not our neighbor who is a very nice young man), drill my son in the back with a soccer ball.  I stepped outside to observe since I had heard him taunting my FOUR YEAR OLD son and saying mean things to him (I believe in letting kids handle their own little a certain point though).  As I stood there watching, he started playing nice (he knew I was on to him).  I stepped inside the backdoor watching him from my garden window.......the kid grabs his ball, jumps up, and drills my son in his forehead.......right in his goose egg (he fell and nailed his forehead two days ago leaving what my mom calls a "goose egg").  I walked outside, called my kids home.....walked up to the fence.....and in a calm, teacher-like voice (even though I was screaming inside), told this 8 year old boy that my son was only 4 years old.........half his age.  And while he might have thought it was funny to hurt him, it was incredibly mean.  I then asked him if his mom would be okay if I told her what he was doing......he just looked down.  What I really wanted to do was grab his soccer ball and drill him in his forehead (How'd ya like that punk!  Funny now?).  At what point, as a parent, do you step in to help your children with their little "battles"?  Do you intervene at the first sign of name calling?  Or do you wait for a physical altercation?  I don't think these boys understand that he's just out of his toddler years, and hasn't even started school yet.  Thoughts?

Friday, April 17, 2015

Please.....let me do your chores for you.

This morning my daughter came walking into my room complaining she had no clean pants.  Have you put all of your dirty laundry in the laundry basket?  No?  Then that's your problem sweetheart!  The look on my daughter's face was priceless.  It was a combination of shock and disgust.  How was it possibly my fault that she failed to do her chores and clean her room?  My daughter is 10.  10!  At what age is it supposed to click for her?  I have recently taught her how to do laundry, and with supervision, she can do it pretty well.....except the folding part.  I'm considering letting her sink or fail on this one....maybe I'll just put her in charge of her own laundry.  Why haven't I?  Teamwork.  We work together.  I clean some things that you may have messed up, and you clean some things I may have messed up.  I'm pretty sure I made her feel bad as she walked out the door though....I told her that while she was at school, I'd be busy doing her chores before I could start on mine.  What made the chore thing click with your kid?

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

My Chicken Battle Continues.....

Last night my friend John and I presented our ordinance proposal to Planning & Zoning.  It went about as well as the first presentation, but we were met with our first taste of opposition.  Yikes!  I was nervous until I reviewed the information that was presented to the board....then I felt a little bit of relief.  I'm not saying what she presented was wrong, because some of it was true.....chickens should not be taken lightly......however, it seemed that her agenda was more of a fear driven one.  Our proposal has been "tabled" for the next meeting where it will be discussed again.  So, for now at least, I will continue to educate residents here in my city about the pros and cons of chickens (as opposed to instilling fear, or creating this false dream of a perfect chicken with no problems).  And as always, wish me luck!

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Inside-Out Laundry

I enjoy cleaning........not picking up after my kids, but deep cleaning.  I find it therapeutic to get down and scrub the crap out of something (except dishes.....I hate scrubbing dishes).  Laundry is one of those things I don't like doing.  My family, however, has this thing where none of them turn their laundry right-side-in.  I would spend most of my time turning clothes right-side-in just so I could watch them.  Not anymore!  I recently stopped flipping their clothes and started washing, drying, and folding them......inside-out!  I wonder how long it will take them to notice the difference in their laundry.  Will my 10 year old daughter put her clothes on without flipping them over first?  I wonder.....  As I prepare to watch these severe storms roll into my Midwestern city, I want to update you on my chicken fight.  We presented an ordinance proposal and the idea of backyard chickens to our board last night (and by we, I mean my friend John.....since I get too nervous to do anything in front of people).  They heard us with an open mind.  Today we begin step two.  Wish us luck!  Now, off to save my dog from the life threatening thunder!

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Easter Sunday

Well, it's Easter Sunday.  That means my kids and nephew have had more sugar than one should ever really eat, the house was clean for a whole hour this morning, and of course, we had family over.  My husband and I, we love to be around family.....but whenever you have family, plus the stress of a holiday, there is sure to be some sort of trouble.  We often joke that it's not a true holiday unless there's an argument........which more often than not is true.  Admit it, you've had your fair share of family/holiday arguments!  It's once everyone has left, and the dishes are still soaking, you realize that even though you might want to ring a neck or couldn't imagine your life without your family.  Ok........enough sappy sentiments from me.  I've got a chicken update for you.  Tomorrow a new friend of mine is going to present an ordinance proposal to the board of alderman in hopes that they one day will allow us to raise hens.  I think if some of the aldermen vote no, we take some free range, fresh eggs from a backyard farmer and make them omelettes!  Wish us luck.  This is the first big step in our chicken fight.  I'm sure we'll have lots of opposition, but I have faith.