Big kid is the Puritan of our household. If we were to drop him off on the Mayflower-he would do just fine. His middle name should have been Honor & Decency. Mr B and I just look at him and shake our heads sometimes.
My problem is that big kid is supposed to play his trumpet 100 minutes a week…At….My….House. I am a woman on the edge-on a good day-hence the blogging. I cannot handle 100 minutes of tooting, blaring, blapping, bellowing, cawling. So every week when I have to sign off on the log, big kid is vigilant about the proper recording of the minutes. Today I had had it. “I DON”T CARE HOW MUCH YOU PRACTICED YOU WRITE DOWN 100!” And his look of moral censure, shock and horror was priceless. But I ain’t budging. Write 100 minutes-or die. That’s the choice. So to make up for the dishonesty big kid is practicing before school-while his dad is trying to sleep. Whatever… Honor & Decency cannot be defeated.
I had the same problem in my house except the offending instrument was a sax. In order to remain sane I developed the coping mechanism called "make up Sunday." He falls behind in his practice until Sunday afternoon when he has to do most of practicing all at one time. I then take my bottle of red wine, a good book, and a pack of cigs and head out to the patio. After the first glass and into the first chapter, I can barely hear the groaning of my neighbors over the fence....
ReplyDeletegood one, jjon! i told him i was setting the timer for 30 min and would holler when he was done. instead i set it for 10 minutes. his response? "wow! that went by fast!" ignorance is bliss!
ReplyDeletePerhaps you should take him to work on the weekend. You could put him outside in the outdoor classroom while you caught up on the mountains of paperwork you collect.
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