Pimping My Children Out For Chores

The job description for being a mother is ever-changing, (yes honey, being a mother is a job.)

Chief bottle washer, Nurse, Doctor, Activities Director, Lego Engineer, Sheriff, Taxi Driver, ATM, Friend, and a shoulder to cry on—the list could go on forever.

I however, never thought I’d be a WARDEN.

Yes, a warden.

“Time out!”
“Go To Your Room Until You Can Be Nice!” (With any given child in my home, this could be forever.)
“You’re Grounded!”

Oy vey, what’s next locking them in their rooms with a box of Cheerios and a coffee can? (Oh stop, I’d never really do this- but it is so fun to fantasize about.) I need to find better discipline methods, I’m pretty sure being confined to their rooms filled with computers, T.V.’s and books , isn’t a hardship to these children.

Anyone need slaves? Maybe the thought of being pimped out to do other people's household chores, will scare them straight.

Or maybe I just need a vacation.

Books, Authors and Life

I’ve written before that I am a voracious reader, that I love books. Their weight, their smell and most importantly, their ability to give some respite from being a mother of four.

This love wasn’t innate, that’s to say; I was NOT born with the love of books.

In fact, I was a slow reader. Very slow reader, sluggish even. The words did not come easily and they certainly did not paint vivid pictures in my mind. I was put in the “slow reader” class, yet I still struggled- for years. Never fully comprehending the sentences, as I had to read each word slowly and separately, never learning to flow them together…

Until fourth grade.

Until, Mrs. Kimes.

Until, Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing. This book captured and captivated me, as Mrs. Kimes read it to our class in weekly installments. Judy Blume’s words wove a magic carpet that took me to new places and new experiences, her books helped me face sisterhood, puberty, scoliosis and yes, even my own sexuality.

My big girls, both “slow readers” themselves love to read, thanks to Meg Cabot. Neither one really liked to read until the seventh grade. Judy Blume didn’t do it for them, the Magic Tree House series- bombed out. Everything I tried just fell on deaf ears, until they found Meg Cabot. Her words spoke to them, like Judy’s spoke to me.

Captain Underpants whispered to Chase. (He still doesn't LOVE to read.)

The Lorax, by Dr. Seuss screams to Maddie.

What author first spoke to you? Too your children?

Fluff

I had this whole post on motherhood ready to go...instead I'm going to wax poetic about Tori Spelling.
That's right, TORI SPELLING.
Ick. I know.
But,
I watched her little reality show, and liked it.

I liked it.

See how far I've fallen.
I like a Tori Spelling program.
I like a Tori Spelling real-ity show.

I know, you can't be my friend anymore.

Take a trip to Jirkaville with Big Ed

Without asking him, I'm going send you all to ED- he spent the weekend with us and helped my husband get his mojo back...and took some great pictures of our family.

I have been soul searching and trying to put my thoughts in order. A "real" post is on it's way...In the morning.

Until then, read Ed's great blog, puruse Jirkaville through another's eyes- I'm off to blow dry my hair!

P.S. - Kristen, I miss you. Angie, I'm coming back. Thanks to all my lovely and support cyber friends.

Help!

I've lost my bloggin' mojo.
Oh where, oh where has it gone?

Have you seen it?
Did you take it?