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Guilt-Free Days

There was a time when I felt guilty for giving my sons chores to do. I know. What was I thinking, right? Right.

I don't know why I felt bad whenever I asked them to make their beds or clean their rooms. It was a relief to tell them to clear off the table and empty the dishwasher, but this nagging feeling of guilt wouldn't leave me alone.

Not anymore.

Those days of guilt are gone forever. I am guilt-free!

Why this change all of a sudden, do you ask?

I've always known my sons were not perfect. Whenever they get together, they tend to goof off and turn into total idiots. When they get bored, though, that's when they get stupid and all logical reasoning flies out of their heads.

I must first set you up for the reason of my guilt-free days.

We got a new car. Yep. You can guess where this is going. We like our new car. It seats seven, anti-lock brakes, AWD, you name it. It has the works. We even like the new car smell it has inside. I no longer daydream about falling off the mountainside during the wintertime. The thought of snow in the mountains doesn't bring the shakes anymore.

We believed that our nice, new car would be safe in our driveway. That ended up not being the case.

Yesterday, I was informed by my oldest son that Grumpy threw a rock and it broke the windshield of our nice, new car. Eventually, I got the entire story out of Grumpy.

Bashful was bored. This is never a good thing. So, trying to think of something to do for fun, he thought of the clever pasttime of throwing rocks over the roof of our house. He included Grumpy in his little hobby. Bashful positioned himself in the front of the garage and Grumpy positioned himself behind the garage. Then they let 'er rip throwing rocks over the roof.

I can just imagine their little he-he's as they laugh about their fun.

They are not laughing anymore. I have informed them they are grounded forever and there is one more thing.

The payment for a new windshield is coming out of their behinds. These boys are no longer the carefree little boogers they used to be. They are going to be very busy from now on and they are going to be my little workers.

Nope. There is no more guilt.

Comments

striving... said…
Oh my gosh. And even still had the new car smell. Did you lash them? Please tell me you lashed them!! Really just kidding, but my goodness, I would be fumeing.

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