The stepkids started whispering between themselves the other day, and when asked to share what they were talking about, they said it’s a secret that has nothing to do with the rest of us, and we’ll find out Sunday.
Oh? Father’s Day?
No, it has nothing to do with that.
So. It turns out that the big secret is that according to their church, they aren’t to work on Sundays.
I wonder if they were complaining to their mother that I was having them work every day. I only assign actual jobs on weekdays, and on weekends we do whatever, and sometimes that includes work, but it’s not scheduled labor, by any means. I was planning on seeing to it that we do fun family things on the weekends while they’re here, but I’ve just lost all my oomph for that. Gone. Vamoose.
I’m a bit miffed, and maybe I’m taking it all wrong, but I said something about how we’ll not be doing anything tomorrow, because we’ll make it a day of rest and respect. So, no movies, no games, no outings, no shopping. A day of rest. And meditation.
Gadget thinks I’m being ridiculous. Or mean. Or both.
I could see the importance of observing the ‘day of rest’, if they were actually people of devotion with gentle and meek souls, who lived their beliefs by speaking kindness one to another, showing consideration to others, and being generally wholesome in nature.
Instead, I see it as an excuse to wield their will over mine, and I wasn’t even planning on imposing any chores on weekends, other than the things that need to be done daily anyway, like clearing the table and washing the dishes. So now I want to be belligerent, and tell them that if they’re hungry, they can get themselves a bowl of cereal or a slice of cheese, because I won’t be working on cooking tomorrow. And if they won’t do the dishes, I’ll save them for them to do the next day. And by no means will I allow television during the day.
I’m a hard ass. I know.
And my blood sugar is sky high. 180. Most distressing.
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