|"Obviously Enthused About Snow"|
We arrive home from hour 9 work day. Enter our humble abode to trip over backpacks, 5 pairs of shoes, 10 mittens, jackets, and other paraphernalia. Deep breath, count to ten. Ironically the hall entrance is equipped with at least 30 hooks, and shoe shelves, but these are completely underutilized. I proceed to boot the shoes and other items out of my way in order to get into the entrance and shut the door.
The kids slowly surface from different areas of the house, all saying their various individual greetings. "Hi Dad, hey dad, how was your day dad?" and the like. My teen is situated in the TV room, engulfed in a music video, surrounded buy a number of used dishes. The dog comes booting around the corner, wanting me to acknowledge her existence. I say, "Hey Guys" and then the delegation ensues.
Something like this:
"Dareian, turn the TV off and collect the dishes, and tidy up", while I think in my head, "crap what a bunch of slobs"
"Grace, you and Rowan tidy up the front entrance, and please try to hang up your coats when you get home next time"
"Abby!, Abby!, Dareian where's Abby?" Abby makes herself scarce and hides as she has clued into the fact that when a parent arrives home, work awaits. Dareian replies in her un enthused teenage way, "Upstairs?" Abby comes barreling down the stairs, "Ya Dad!" I delagate the kitchen and dishes, and off she goes.
|"Rowan Enjoying the Snow"|
Then I think to my self, raising kids and cleaning house is like "Shoveling a Drive Way in a Snow Storm"
But I love each and every one of them.