Boys! There are days when you just want to strangle them! My house is overrun with stuff. Despite my asking nicely and not so nicely, chores have not been done. Piles of dirty dishes, empty food wrappers and smelly laundry lay about the tiny living room. I have been invaded.
Preaching does not work. Grounding does not work. Refusing to allow privileges has no effect. How do you get through to these kids! I want my life back, and soon. What was it that preacher was saying about the importance of family? Maybe he should come to my house and trouble shoot. We are obviously dysfunctional. At least by my standards.
Ah, but there is that indefinable something going on between Drew and Kiel, that brother bonding, growing up to maturity camaraderie that is so necessary. Surely I can tolerate a bit of mess for awhile. After all, Drew will not be 13 for long. He is already fussing to drive the car, God have mercy. And he does go back to school tomorrow. The driving necessity of routine will help straighten things out.
He has indoor soccer, robotics club, and a touch of music to occupy his time. Kiel will only be here until Thursday. My too too small apartment will just have to burst at the seams until then. God grant me grace to keep my mouth shut, pick up the junk, bite my tongue, and hang on until then.
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