So, I figured out that if I attach a
tune to a multiplication fact, Mike remembers it. Seven times six is
forty-two – sung to the tune of “Joshua Fit the Battle of Jericho.” Eight
times eight is sixty-four – sounds just like “Bille Jean.” Wonder what made
me think of that?!
We have done a ton of work today,
and it was about 96 degrees. I so wish I was kidding. I got up and did
everything outside early, well, except for errands. I cleaned my room. Alesia
cleaned her room and bathroom, without a word.
I asked Michael to clean his room.
He came in every 5 minutes whining, “I don’t know how to clean! I need help!”
“Michael, first get everything off
the floor. Next, pile all the junk on the bed. Then decide what needs to be put
away and what needs to be thrown away. Put away what needs to be stored, in a
drawer or your closet. Make sure your shoes are out of the floor."
Another time he came in complaining.
I was so exasperated. I was trying to wrestle dust bunnies in my room, and
scrub the bathroom. I finally said “Michael, you need to learn how to clean.
When you have your own apartment one day you will learn that young women don’t
like guys who keep a nasty, messy place.”
To my surprise, he turned around,
and resumed working on his room. I think adolescence is starting to take hold.
His voice is changing. His legs are getting hairy. He is starting to notice
girls. Lord help us.
After making another run to the
grocery store, and eating a quick lunch, I sent the kids to the pool. So I had
a couple of free hours. I should napped or read. What did I do? Surfed the net.
Computer addiction looms.
Our movie tonight was Paul Blart: Mall Cop. I didn’t
think it was all that funny. However, it’s a safe movie for kids. No bad
language or excessive violence. I actually liked the “making of” stuff a lot
better than the film itself.
I am dead tired. I am pleased that
about 90% of the housecleaning is done, and tomorrow I can get the kids to
finish cleaning and I can fix food, and hopefully the party should be a success…
