My kids are out of school. My 2nd graduated and she has been having fun applying for jobs and feeling the real world pinch at her (or is that me?—Pinch—“Go apply for more jobs!” It might be me.)
I’m excited for summer because now my younger kids have lots of time to work for me. I’m not kidding. They owe me money for summer camps. So, in essence, they are my slaves until they pay me off (lucky for them I don’t use the whip).
First thing to work on is weeding the back yard. Since I haven’t paid money to put down weed barrier around my edges yet, and we had wonderful spring rains and colder weather that made Roundup useless, the weeds have grown as tall as my kids—about 7 feet tall. Continue reading