Rain King

Its pouring out, again. The weather radio went off several times overnight, which is scary-because you can't see what's coming.
I am tired of the rain and the flooding. Its been a very wet year-between the snow all winter and now all the rain, its just miserable.
I had a PTO board meeting last night, and I am in a happy place. We are all ready to go for the open houses next week. For the kindergarten open house, I get to speak and welcome parents to the PTO. I get to pull out the cheerleader in me, and be all rah rah. I want this to be a very successful year for our PTO, and there is so much that needs to be done. We have all sorts of events to plan for, and we already have folks asking for money.
I know that everything will be fine & that we will kick butt with all that we have planned.
Its Tuesday, and I am up to date with housework. The laundry is all caught up, the kitchen is reasonably tidy, and I'm doing good with other things around the house too. One of the reasons why I am excited for school to start again is the fact that we get structure back in our lives again. I know that the little man has been struggling lately with day to day things. As a result, we are all struggling. There are a lot of things that are not really working right now. If someone doesn't want to do something, he's not going to and let everyone know that he's not. Add to it, the whole free range thing that summer causes.
Its not that we don't have rules or structure, because we do-its just not the same as when school is going on. I don't want to regiment our lives, and its really against the Big Man's personality but something needs to be done at this point. I know that I am getting frustrated with everything. I definately would love for the little man to have chores. He volunteered to vacuum, but it doesn't happen. Its mainly because of the lack of follow through. It gets to the point where its just easier to do it myself, rather than begging, pleading and what not. The problem is I do mope about things, and it doesn't get any happier or better.
When the little man does help, he does a great job. I just have to get beyond the whining and the I don't wannas that I hear regularly when I ask for help.
He's almost 8, going into second grade. We need to get on track with chores and doing stuff around the house. It needs to be an expectation. I don't want him to grow up and not know how to take care of himself: that doesn't work. Independence is all about being able to take care of himself on all levels. Learning how to clean and do laundry is part of it. I'm not going to turn him into my personal slave, but we all need to work together to get things done around the house. The Big Man & I are tired a lot of the time-just due to being grown ups and working and being parents. It is exhausting. But its the best job in the world.