There is one more day of school left. ONE.
Actually, HALF of a day of school left. It's not even a full day. I don't even know if it counts.
I have mixed feelings about this, because summer vacation means: a) sleeping in (which I adore above all else) and b) the kids being home all day long continually saying, "I'm hungry!" "But I want to be naked!" and "Mommy. Mom! Mommy!! MAW-MEEEEEEEEE!!!!" (which I despise above all else).
The one that bothers me the most is "I'm hungry." Because it's not like I don't feed them. Just that they refuse to eat real food at mealtimes and then whine about wanting snacks for the remaining hours of the day.
Even at night. Honest to goodness.
A couple night ago Number Four woke up and started screaming for me, but when I got to her room all she wanted was a marshmallow.
And at 4:30 in the morning -having only gone to bed an hour and a half earlier- you just give your kid a marshmallow and crawl back to bed. This is a general rule. Unless, of course, you don't have any marshmallows on hand, and then you can do whatever you want.
So I'm enforcing a major consequence this summer (and possibly the rest of my children's lives) where they can't say "I'm hungry" or they have to take a swim in our piranha infested kiddy pool.
First I'll let them watch while I feed the piranhas a couple of their favorite stuffed animals. And then, once the fluffy carnage subsides, I'll tell them the new rule so that its clearly imprinted on their brains.
Hopefully it will keep me sane for 3 months; but I guess that really just depends on long I can manage to keep the piranhas alive, what with having no misbehaving kids to feed them and all.
And on a completely unrelated note, with absolutely no segue whatsoever, the June issue of The Barrel of Blogs is out: