Is this the cutest cub scout you ever saw?
I have mixed feelings about this Scouting thing. As you can see from the picture, Joshua went to Tuesday night's pack meeting with his shirt untucked.
We were also late.
I'm pretty sure we are a walking violation of the Scout Code what with its emphasis on preparedness and responsibility and all.
I know I promised parenting fluff today, but the truth is I just got nothin'.
Some weeks I find my kids ridiculously cute. Funny, endearing, precious, and all that. This has not been one of those weeks.
From the moment the boys came home from school today (Thurs night), Lauren and Ethan were on High Volume. There was shrieking and screaming, laughing and lamenting, howling and hollering.
All at maximum volume.
And well into the evening.
Then there was bedtime. Amid cries of, "I need a drink of water," "My tummy hurts," "I'm scared," and "Ethan won't stop farting into his elbow," I finally heard one that got my attention.
"Mom, I never ate supper."
Since mom has had a raging sore throat, headache, and backache all day, mom retreated to the bathtub when dad came home. Mom asked dad to heat up some leftover chicken soup for the kids. Dad heated said soup, but apparently Joshua had a stomachache and did not eat said soup. Which he neglected to tell me until bed time two hours later.
Of course, Joshua's recollection that he never ate dinner triggered Ethan's recollection that he never did his homework. Normally, mom stays on top of these matters, but like I said, mom was letting Calgon take her away.
I think next time I should have Calgon bring me home sooner. Or keep me away longer. Either one would have worked.
I think I have decided for sure that I am not qualified to have three kids and a dog. Since I've gotten pretty attached to the kids over the years, I'm thinking it's the dog that needs to go.
Anyone want a really cute black/white dog who is completely house-broken, knows how to sit and lie down, and never, ever bites?
(Disclaimer: The aforementioned dog may or may not run away on a regular basis, dig dozens of holes in one's yard, jump on people with enough enthusiasm to knock over Andre the Giant, and chew up everything in sight, including but not limited to, socks, tissues, toys, rugs, coffee tables, and underwear. Dog comes with a lifetime warranty and money-back guarantee, but of course, some exclusions apply.)
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