As I looked around the room in horror, I could actually feel my blood pressure rising. Dirty clothes from yesterday piled in the corner, two empty water bottles, an empty bag of chips sitting on the floor, a dirty bowl on the TV stand, the bed unmade and of course the empty toy box with toys littered around the toy box all over the floor.
JOSEPH COREY!!!!! FRONT AND CENTER RIGHT NOW!” I bellowed and could hear the immediate pitter patter, or better said… pound slam of little feet.
“Yes Ma’am?” Says the innocent looking child with the Mohawk behind me.
“Mister, just what in the world is going on with this room??” I ask as I stomp my foot for good measure
“What, what’s wrong?” He asks as he looks genuinely confused as to why he is in trouble.
“You have got to be kidding me? Can you not look and see what’s wrong? Have you lost your eyesight Joe? Pick those clothes up and put them in the hamper, pick up those toys and get that trash out of this room right now! And you know you are NOT supposed to have dishes in your room.. I swear you kids would live in squalor if I didn’t come by once a day and check your rooms, have you lost your mind? Do you not know the rules by now, you know better young man, now get to WORK!”
“What, what’s wrong?”
My head exploded and brain matter is now covering the walls.
The foundation for the house is complete, they finished up the rest of the last wall today and the center supports. I got out of it by having to do Bill’s laundry. Thank God that man had no more clean pants! Whew! I never thought I would be so happy to do laundry! Laying block is about the worst thing I can think of having to do. It is backbreaking labor, the block rips your hands, even if you are wearing gloves, to shreds. Your back is breaking and your arms are falling off by the end of the first hour. Now the block has to set for three days and then it will be time to start lifting big heavy wood and I am sure that I will find a whole new job to hate with a passion.
I am getting ready to leave for Lowe’s to get the stuff to cover my porch. I am taking on this endeavor myself and need all the fingers crossed, toes crossed, prayers and great thoughts I can get. Bill got irritated when I told him I wanted to cover the porch and I informed him that I am no weak ass woman and can do the damned project myself! God what have I gotten myself into? I just pray that I can do it and make it hold up and look great so I don’t hear… ‘I told you so’.
JOSEPH COREY!!!!! FRONT AND CENTER RIGHT NOW!” I bellowed and could hear the immediate pitter patter, or better said… pound slam of little feet.
“Yes Ma’am?” Says the innocent looking child with the Mohawk behind me.
“Mister, just what in the world is going on with this room??” I ask as I stomp my foot for good measure
“What, what’s wrong?” He asks as he looks genuinely confused as to why he is in trouble.
“You have got to be kidding me? Can you not look and see what’s wrong? Have you lost your eyesight Joe? Pick those clothes up and put them in the hamper, pick up those toys and get that trash out of this room right now! And you know you are NOT supposed to have dishes in your room.. I swear you kids would live in squalor if I didn’t come by once a day and check your rooms, have you lost your mind? Do you not know the rules by now, you know better young man, now get to WORK!”
“What, what’s wrong?”
My head exploded and brain matter is now covering the walls.
The foundation for the house is complete, they finished up the rest of the last wall today and the center supports. I got out of it by having to do Bill’s laundry. Thank God that man had no more clean pants! Whew! I never thought I would be so happy to do laundry! Laying block is about the worst thing I can think of having to do. It is backbreaking labor, the block rips your hands, even if you are wearing gloves, to shreds. Your back is breaking and your arms are falling off by the end of the first hour. Now the block has to set for three days and then it will be time to start lifting big heavy wood and I am sure that I will find a whole new job to hate with a passion.
I am getting ready to leave for Lowe’s to get the stuff to cover my porch. I am taking on this endeavor myself and need all the fingers crossed, toes crossed, prayers and great thoughts I can get. Bill got irritated when I told him I wanted to cover the porch and I informed him that I am no weak ass woman and can do the damned project myself! God what have I gotten myself into? I just pray that I can do it and make it hold up and look great so I don’t hear… ‘I told you so’.
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