That is the number of text messages Jock's portion of our cell bill shows for the month of November. Go on. Take another look at that number. And... this is AFTER I threatened him with extreme action (total phone confiscation) A WEEK AGO to stop texting anyone. *actually, he did pretty well with that... only had about 300 more added after that conversation; I think that's because my online tracking is about 24 hours behind* Can you imagine how high that number could have been if he'd been allowed an additional 7 days???
This is the number of laundry loads I had to do this weekend. Bug had more than any of us. I swear that boy changes clothes at least three times a day. And that is only if you count the clothes he actually wears out of his room. He's very determined that everything match-- from his shirt, to his jeans, to his hat. He'll take one or two, most days its around 4, shirts off hangers, try them on, and then reject them. Tossing them onto his bedroom floor for the dogs to take naps on. I've begun threatening, however, to force him to scrounge around on his bedroom floor for things to wear to school if things don't start getting hung back up. And I'll hide the sticky roller thing, so he's forced to wear everything with dog hair.
This is the total number of times (give or take a couple) I said this phrase yesterday:
And did you READ the Parent Code of Conduct before you signed it?
I'm on the board of our local Little League, and we held our first registration for the Spring season yesterday. After almost ten years of being involved in various sports for young athletes, I can say with absolute certainty that the overwhelming majority of parents don't actually read that piece of paper. Now, that is not to say that the overwhelming majority of parents break any of these rules, as they don't. I'm very proud of most of our parents in this community for being awesome examples to their children. However, I can guarantee that the ones we have problems with..... signed the Code of Conduct without ever having read it. I know this because they argue with me the entire time I'm escorting them out of the ballpark. Apparently, in some areas of the country, it is perfectly acceptable to tell your son or daughter's coach to do something anatomically impossible while spicing their names up with various obscenities and adjectives.
Oh yeah. I love this parenting gig.