Last night, our teenagers told us they had big plans for today. I, being the mom that I wish I was all the time, said "you can do all of those wonderful things you have planned on one condition..." What was my condition, you wonder? They had to clean their bathrooms...the way I clean the bathrooms.
This may surprise you....their idea of a clean bathroom and my idea of a clean bathroom are two totally different things.
It was a holiday from school so I let them sleep in a bit. When Emily woke up, I asked her to wake up Jared (Carson does not believe in sleeping in...EVER...so he had already been up for hours) so they could get started on their job.
I heard a knock, knock, knock on his bedroom door and I thought "Oh good, she did what I asked her to do!"
I heard another knock, knock, knock and thought "Wow, he must be sleepy!"
Then I heard a louder knock, knock, knock and I thought "Surely that will wake him up."
A minute later, I heard a bang, bang, bang (a pounding sort of knock bang, not a gun shot sort of bang) and I thought "Oh, my gosh!! He went into a diabetic coma while he was sleeping and now he is dead!!"
So, I ran up the stairs, unlocked the door with trepidation because I just knew that he was dead and he looked at me and said "What?!"
Then...I killed him.
No...not really. I gave him my "You don't just lay in bed and ignore the knocking!! You say "I hear you, I will be up in a minute." or at the very least "I'm still alive, mom!!" You gave me a heart attack!!" speech.
Then I killed him.
No...not really. I went and ate chocolate until my heart rate went back to normal.
That kid is going to be the death of me.
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