So I went downstairs, made more sugar scrub and drank some wine. Well, first I banished all the children from my house and made my own kids read.
The Oldest is really milking it lately. The other day he discovered that I am the reason he is not getting his gameboy back just yet. His eyes widened upon the news.
"Are you serious? Usually it is the other way around!" He was shocked.
"Yeah, well Dad was just saying to me that he thinks you could get your gameboy back but I told him I was not so sure and so he said for me to make the final decision."
He turned to me (we were in the car and he was in the passenger's seat) and said, "Mom, do you know how much I love you?"
"Nice try," I said flatly.
"No, really. And if I didn't have to come with you to the post office like you ordered I would have done the dishes without your telling me! Really! It was on my mind to do!"
"Yep, I bet."
The rest of the day he decided to help me with everything. Oh here let me get this for you, and let me handle that, kind of stuff. As he was putting cut potatoes in a bowl for me he said, "You know, if you give me my gameboy now you know I will lose it in a matter of days and I will do your bidding for it again anyway."
"True," I said.
He doesn't realize that I take it away because he is obsessed with it, not because I want him to do things for me. He has to do that anyway whether he likes it or not.
The Professor and I should give it back to him soon though so that we can now quit rolling our eyes whenever he says, "I love you!!!!"