You Can Lead a Horse to Water...

GUESS WHAT!?  I'M HOME!

So now that I'm back in LA, here are just a few of the things with which I am faced:

- Several enormous pieces of luggage buldging with dirty clothes that have been "marinating" for God knows how long - and a broken washing machine...
- Even more large boxes (in various damaged states) that were shipped home with crap I not only don't remember packing, but don't remember acquiring...
- A house that my housekeeper apparently totally abandoned
- 3 Guinea Pigs who desperately need a bath
- An empty refrigerator (which if you know me, you know is against all I believe in)
- AND a lice check necessitated by a call from the mother of a camper who bunked with my daughter (we JUST did this by the way - ALL clear!  PHEW!)

On top of that, I have 4 days to deliver final edits on my book AND a magazine article, and have a case of jet lag that is really cutting into my ability to get "reaquainted" with my boyfriend whom I haven't seen in 2 months.

I'm working on something for Mommy Lite too, but till I can make it worthy of your time, I am re-posting an article I loved from last summer that is representative of what's going on here right now - one year later.

This is going to be a tough week here so I would LOVE to hear the best summer stories you have!  I'll post the funniest and link back to you and your site!

Enjoy!

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You Can Lead the Boy To the Playroom...

My daughter wanted to play with her brother today.  Not because she likes him...she doesn't. (okay, maybe she does, but she just doesn't know it yet).

The reason she so eagerly pursued her twin was because I had decided to put an end to all electronic activities in the afternoons after school.  No TV, no Wii and no Club Penguin.  I thought, they should "interact", "build a bond","play."  Boy, were they mad. 

"But MOOooooooommm...there's nothing to do!" and they gave me their most pathetic gazes as I stood at the kitchen counter breading chicken cutlets for dinner.

"Go play." 

They stared at me.

"...With each other!"  I added and motioned between the two of them with an eggy crumby finger in case they needed a visual to understand, which clearly they did.

"Alright.  Come on, Ben, let's go play house."

"I don't want to play house."

"I played Super Smash Mario Cart Brothers the last time you asked!"

"Fiiiiiiiiiine-a." he said with an extra "a" sound to emphasize his annoyance.

Livi smiled. "Okay.  I'm the mommy. What are you?"

"Dead."

Well, you can't say I didn't lead the horse to water.