February 3, 2007 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
The children—have I mentioned?—have had a run of bad luck lately. And bad luck is what it is, because none of it is their fault. Just ask them! They will tell you! It’s just that the universe, well, it is cruel.
So cruel, in fact, that they are both currently grounded. Now, grounding a 7-year-old and an 8-year-old is tricky, because what can I do? Make them miss the prom? No dates? Turn over the bong? Mostly it means that there is no television and no computer. Now we all know that I would shrivel up and die under such an edict, but the kids are actually doing just fine. Which is rather not the point of them being grounded.
So today we all did some housecleaning. There are tasks that I typically allow them to handle and feel confident they can manage without making an even larger mess for me to clean up later, but they finished them and wanted more assignments. In fact, they begged to scrub the floor.
Eventually I silenced my inner control freak and let them have at it. Monkey managed to leave giant puddles everywhere without actually removing any dirt, but Chickadee was extremely conscientious. Though I began to question my judgment when I heard her call out, “You can call me Annie. Maybe later we’ll sing.”
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