On Crime and Punishment
This is a prelude to a three part series written by my children. If you’ve read my post F-R-U-S-T-R-A-T-I-O-N, you know the struggle that goes on at my house to keep my three angels from becoming the Three Little Pigs. For the next three posts I will publish their essays of contrition right here.
Now for some background. Hubby is generally away on business trips (the life of an IT consultant) so he doesn’t often enter the fray. On this particular day, however, he did. You see, every once in a while I take a vacation. Unfortunately, not the proper kind involving pool side lounging and fancy umbrella drinks. I simply turn off the looped voice recording of me telling them (as nicely as I can muster, with a sweet smile ) to PICK- UP- YOUR- DISGUSTING -TRASH- AND- DIRTY- LAUNDRY- FROM -EVERY- CORNER -OF -MY- HOUSE! Oops, did I say that out loud? He he.
Noticing the extra messy condition of things, Hubby asked them to clean up warning that he would come to check when they were done – in other words- do a good job, people. Over hearing the instructions I thought to myself- good luck with that and welcome to my world. Needless to say after several half a– –ed attempts, no real progress had been made. So after leading them through the proper method of making the place look decent, he meted out punishment. No electronics for the rest of the weekend and write an essay of at least 100 words describing what happened, why, and what was learned.
These essays will be presented over the next three posts because I know that those of you who are kind enough to stop by and read, have lives too. So I am breaking the essays up into three reasonably sized parts to give each child their freedom of expression and to allow you to read without feeling like we’re taking up all of your time. I think you’ll enjoy. See you tomorrow.