Mommy Says...

After a late start, I cranked the music and demanded everybody get to cleaning up this pigsty that we call a home. I dug in, getting the kitchen presentable and sweeping all of the tile floors on the main level. Corey started eating the spilled bowl of dried cereal off of the kitchen floor, and the other two reluctantly started throwing everything on the living room floor into a tub. Ken flipped through the channels on the TV.

Once the floors were cleared, I sent the boys downstairs to get the basement cleaned up and I vacuumed the main floor and tried to encourage Ken to either go supervise the boys' clean up, repair the garbage can, or go shovel the driveway out. Ken decided to go sit in the recliner.

After the vacuuming was done, I gave Ken the choice of finishing up any one of the options I'd put before him, or he could get the boys in the tub. I then proceeded to head outside and shovel the driveway. It didn't take too long, the drifts had worked WITH me for a change, and 45 minutes later I'd put the shovel back up and returned to the house. There was Ken, sitting on the recliner.

Not only was Ken sitting on the recliner, my boys were right there, dirty as ever and still in their pajamas - obviously the bath didn't take place. Hey, but it was okay, because Ken was playing Simon Says with them, and don't they need their Daddy time? (It's amazing how men can justify being lazy.) Anyhow, Mommy snapped a picture and forcefully, (because nothing would get done if I didn't turn into a nagging harping wife,) demanded that they get their butts upstairs and in the tub.

"Are you going to set their clothes out for me?" asked Ken as he made his way up the stairs. I didn't even bother answering. All I know is that he might want to get himself moving because he isn't going hunting until the rest of my requests are met... Gotta love him, right?

Ken on the recliner, working hard at a game of Simon Says.