referee

   referee. what is the first thing that comes to mind when you hear that subject? probably a football ref. who knew my mom could be a ref?

   well, she is and when it comes to us kids, shes the hardest ref of all time. all she needs is a whistle and ... a... uniform.

   hee hee.

   so my mother is a ref, to recap. she tells us what to do and stops fighting. she says enough is enough. (a common expression used by parents). on and on it goes, using her i-am-in-charge-not-you voice. sometimes we listen and sometimes she is talking to four tree stumps.
 
   i feel bad for her when it is us with her at the end of school. juggling homework, snacks, play time, dinner, fights, etc. etc.

   my gosh. how does she handle us?




                                                                             

 

school, school

   some kids think school is the most awesome thing ever, but some kids do NOT like school. I think the number one reason kids do not like school is all the homework. some get loads of homework, while other kids get very few amounts of homework.

   my mom is always the referee in the house, so when all of the kids ( except Jude, the youngest boy in our family ) leave for school, I think that she drinks in the quiet of the house.

   because when we get to the house, this is the conversation that ensues:

"I'm hungry. what do we have to eat?"
"mom, guess what? I clipped up to red!"
"so did I! i get a treat too, right?"
" you both clipped up to red?"
" mom! Ellery took my mater truck!"
" Ellery, give Jude his mater back."  

   the conversations vary. all everyone knows is that when everyone gets home from school or work, out go the chips and bars and banana bread.

   battles also start. fighting and homework and playing and on and on...

   I wonder how mother manages it all. screaming and yelling and all that good stuff. I am convinced that mom needs a vacation and an animal trainer for all of the kids. ( then again, I AM a kid. gulp.)

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why o Indiana?

   Dreary weather is on me and my mom's list of 'things I don't like'. I wish (along with my mother) we lived somewhere along the coast of a beach, any beach, and could swim in the middle of December and not be a human Ice pop.

   Indiana is a great state, but it has its flaws, like all. Indiana is commonly known as a breadbasket, which is inconvenient because I am allergic to wheat; so, therefore, I am scouring for bread that does not crumple as soon as you touch it, or in lose-lose situations completely dissolve into crumbs when you pop in into the crumb-filled toaster to get it form a rock-solid state to a normal bread state.  

   so when I have a hankering for a good ol' pb n' j, the peanut butter and jelly is mushed between two pieces of rocks.

   yick.

   you know it is really bad when kids from school even ask what I am eating.

   warning! warning! red flag labeled 'do not eat' in capital letters are going up. so if you ever go on a gluten-free diet, BEWARE. rock sandwiches await you.

   anyway, I know that most people love the beach and we all love to go there. I think it is a reflex or nerve because EVERYONE loves the beach. In December you might need a sweat shirt, but it is still better than bundling up just to take everything off again to go pee.

   although we all love where we live ( wink, wink ) we all love warm weather and in Indiana winters are likely to interrupt spring.

   rude!

   so I guess it is a matter of what your favorite season is. Indiana is warm all the time.

   yeah right.

   dream on summer lovers, dream on.

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