And I’m going to finish this darn book!

Prepare yourself for a Mother of the Year blog post.

So I just spent five straight days with my children since I’m unemployed and they were on Thanksgiving break.

Those people are loud. Really loud. All the time. I think the girl even sleeps noisy when she actually sleeps. When they’re not goofing around loudly, then they’re fighting loudly. This scenario can change at the wink of an eye. They’re messy and they’re always hungry.

I was trying desperately to get some writing done. I was behind in my word count but those people follow me from room to room.

I actually started to panic a bit. What the hell am I going to do when we have fourteen straight days together over Christmas?

Then it came to me.

My Honey and I are always saying these kids are soft. Compared to what we had to endure–we were both indentured servants for self-employed fathers, there were CHORES, and our parents (at least the dads) were hard assed–our kids are living in Beverly Hills-like bliss.

I’m going to hire them out as migrant workers for that two weeks. Let them pick grapes or oranges or lettuce for two weeks, that’ll teach them to appreciate what they have at home, and they’ll learn what hard work is like. Also, being that we live in the South West, maybe they’ll get a leg up on becoming bilingual with that sort of immersion. And they’re not even going to miss any school. And you know what else? They’ll have a great topic for the obligatory What I Did Over Christmas Vacation essay when they get back.

Oh yeah. I’m loving this idea. Let me know if you want me to find a position for your kids, too.