Sunday Blues

The Sunday Blues are beginning to set in. It is six 'o clock and tomorrow is looming closer. Nasty old Monday, you stink.

Today my husband told A to clean her room. I went in to help and she dissapeared after about twenty minutes. That was a bonus of sorts as I could throw stuff away without her screeching. I didn't want her to think it was okay not to clean her room, but punishment doesn't work with Miss Stubborn. A plan needed to be concocted.

SJ came in and helped me vacuum. He is enthusiastic, if not accurate. The plan appeared to me.

I told my husband in a loud voice, when the room was done, that I was going to buy a surprise for SJ, because he helped me clean the room.

A was pissed. Perhaps next time she will help. Whatever toy he ends up with, I will make sure to rub it in as much as possible.
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Forgive me, Old Horse, for this next post.

Today a song started running through my mind. It wasn't a song that I liked either. It was "Linda On My Mind" by Conway Twitty. Ugh!

I hate Conway Twitty and most country music. When I was a child my parents played it and played it and played it...Torture, I say!

Nothing can make me crave oblivion quicker than hearing country music assault my ears except maybe a trip to the grocery store with the kids.

County music should come with a warning sticker. WARNING: Exposing your children to this music causes adult onset insanity.

I know that people that listen to country or rap or whatever feel the same way about Green Day, Sublime, Cake and all that other stuff I listen to. Isn't it great that the radio has so many stations?
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The family needs dinner so this is just a short blog - a blogette!