Eye of the tiger

Since when are invitations based on how well you know someone's favorite karaoke song?

Since when do two-year-old babies say, "Stop it! You're giving me a headache." and "Leave me alone, Daddy."?

Since when are McDonald's ice cream cones 99 cents?

Today.

The song Eye of the Tiger wins me an invitation from a longtime friend, and my daughter is using the teen-ager-like idioms she shouldn't be.

The epitome of laziness

Today, I helped (half-way) to order a pizza from bed.

**Begin excuse section:

It was because the two-hour workout today got to me, and I needed to take a nap this afternoon around 3:30 p.m. Then my husband Big G came into the bedroom around 5:30 p.m. and said that he was going to order pizza. I was still half-way sleeping and having heavy REM, dream-filled sleep, and c(w)ouldn't get up. He left, and then came back shortly with the laptop. He had submitted the order online. Then I spouted off my credit card number in my half-asleep state. So I think ordering a pizza in bed has got to be the laziest thing I've done in a LONG time.

Or is it?

**Begin rationale. I deserve a bit of laziness because I took the children bowling today, and I took them to the Y, where I worked out for two hours. I planned to take them swimming after the pizza. All of these things that surround the laziness are not indicative of laziness. So that's why. Ha.

Summer: Bowling, Swimming, and Chores!

Will this summer be full of bowling? Will it be full of swimming? Or will it be full of whining boys and girl?

All of the above will happen, I am assuming. Bowling can happen almost daily, since there's one free game for each school-age child per day at the local-ish bowling alley. Swimming can also happen daily, now that the pool dues are paid! And whining is certain, because of the next fun thing I have lined up for the children.

That is: I'd love to come up with a list of chores for each child to do, because I think it builds character. Doesn't it?

My mother's idea when I was young was to throw a pile of clean clothes into the living room, and tell each child to fold 10 things. I, being the oldest and wisest, would go for the washcloths and towels. Sometimes, there were leftovers, meaning there were more clothes to fold after each of us folded 10 items. That was depressing. But hey, if that was the only depressing thing, then life was good!

So clothes folding, vacuuming, clothes washing, room cleaning, toilet cleaning, window cleaning, and more await. All of us should practice being Cinderella this summer. I don't wanna! How many whiners does that make? Oh. I guess all six of us.