My kids are out of school. My 2nd graduated and she has been having fun applying for jobs and feeling the real world pinch at her (or is that me?—Pinch—“Go apply for more jobs!” It might be me.)
I’m excited for summer because now my younger kids have lots of time to work for me. I’m not kidding. They owe me money for summer camps. So, in essence, they are my slaves until they pay me off (lucky for them I don’t use the whip).
First thing to work on is weeding the back yard. Since I haven’t paid money to put down weed barrier around my edges yet, and we had wonderful spring rains and colder weather that made Roundup useless, the weeds have grown as tall as my kids—about 7 feet tall.
I love when my kids are motivated to work. It sounds something like this:
“Mom, can you drive me to the store?”
“Why?”
“Because we have a Kohl’s 30% off coupon and I want to buy a new pair of shoes.”
“Don’t you already have about 50 pairs of shoes?”
“But they’re old.”
“How much money do you have?”
This is a trick question, because if they have any money, then they have to bring it to me to put towards their debt.
“Uh.” [the sound of cranking gears as my daughter’s brain turns trying to find a way to go to Kohl’s still]
“Why don’t you go weed?” I say.
With a sullen, defeated expression on her face, but pretty, sparkly shoes on her feet, my daughter goes out and does just that.
I LOVE summer!
Char
