Archive for the ‘Rooster’ Category

Mother of the Year

April 18, 2007

There are days that I wonder why I am allowed to have my own children.

Rooster is in Kindergarten. She’s my first school going child. Joy School didn’t count as REAL school, neither did Miss Jan’s Preschool…I was paying bucks for it and that bought me the liberty of choosing when to skip school and go to the zoo on the days we didn’t feel like cutting and pasting and eating fishy crackers.

The very first day I took her to REAL school I dropped her off and it hit me. Nope, I didn’t cry, I didn’t feel sad one bit, but there was this sudden, crushing, terrible weight on my shoulders that made my heart actually hurt when it dawned on me that I actually have to take my kid to school or I could go to jail.

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Laundry Lessons

March 24, 2007

With Rooster playing hooky from school this week I’ve exhausted all entertaining resources. I cannot play one more game of Strawberry Shortcake Dominos, create another sculped bust of Daddy out of pink, orange and green mixed play dough (although I do have a killer recipe for play dough), water paint an exact replica of the Black Beauty DVD cover (18 times), string plastic pony beads into anklets or pick up itty bitty scraps of paper off the floor from ‘cut and paste’ time….until Monday when we’ll do it all again.

Anyways, I was trying to find something to do and with all the fun we’d been having we really needed to get some chores done. In attempts to gather a little help, I taught Rooster (5) and Tootsie (3) how to do the laundry. We learned about sorting. We learned how to empty the dryer and reload the wet clothes, put in a dryer sheet, turn the knobby to the star and push to start.

We learned how to start the water, scoop and pour the soap INTO the washer without a generously sprinkling detergent all over the floor. We learned how to empty one of the sorting bins into the wash and gently close the lid so the boi-oi-oi-oi-oing of the crashing washer lid didn’t wake the babies. (yes, we did have one nap on Thursday for about 20 minutes-ugh) Then we’d use teamwork, (thank you Wonderpets!) and drag the basket inside the house.

With the babies waking so soon, I never got to folding the basket, but the girls would listen for the dryer to finish and run out and do another load, and another, and another, dumping the clean clothes in the middle of my living room so they could re-use baskets and at this very moment, here is what I still have left to fold:

The Laundry Pit

Yes, it IS the chaos that it looks like.
I think they did 8 loads, plus a two loads of towels, a load of all their sheets and blankets (Impetigo rules) and even a load with their doodle dolls. There is no more laundry left in the house and they are devistated! I keep hearing them talking about what they can do to get dirty to make enough clothes to put in the washer.

Why have I not utilized this FREE help before? Now if I could only get them to fold and hang…..

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