Monday, June 29, 2009

Scary Monday

I try to set aside at least some Mondays for doing chores around the house. During most the of the week I end up doing a lot of straightening but not a lot of cleaning. Well, except the kitchen counters and the dishes - I'm pretty sure I do that about six times a day. But other cleaning is always at the bottom of the list, and I never get down that far. And during the weekends it seems that we are running from one thing to another, leaving destruction in our wake. So on Mondays I work on putting it back together, doing some (always overdue) cleaning, and doing the laundry. OH, the laundry.

This week Zack was entertaining himself while I was doing some work around the house by drawing things to scare me. He drew a wolf twice and hey, I played along. I squealed "eeek!" and jumped back. Apparently my reaction wasn't quite what he had hoped. He moped a little, saying "Mo-om, I wanted to you be scared."

"I was scared, honey. I screamed, right?" I responded.

"But Mom, you weren't really scared."

I shook my head. "Zack, what's really scary is this mountain of laundry."

He ran off, and returned, giggling with this:
My screams indicated an appropriately satisfying level of terror this time.


  1. This made me giggle out loud. I SO love the phonetic spelling - Jacob's into that right now, too.

  2. I love it!

    And laundry frightens me too. *shudder* I'm considering outsourcing.

  3. lol- I know everyone says I'll regret it, but I really can't wait until Nolan's a little older. Will I always feel this way?