2pm Beer Drinking?

Ok, I had to say in my last post that I have not felt the need to rant about anything.

Wondering if 2pm is too early to have a beer today!

I asked the boys to sweep up the lawn clippings from the sidewalk at 12:30 after lunch. I told them about it before they ate their lunch. There were 2 1/2 pieces of pizza left on a plate in the living room when I came up about 1:15. I told them to get a baggie and put them in the fridge cause whomever left the a plate out last night simba was licking it.

I told them again at 1:30 to go clean up the clippings. A few moments later I was taking Willies Gameboy away and chasing him to go help his brother. Few moments more and Mitchel came downstairs crying his brother hit him on the head with the broom handle-wooden.

NUF!

I put Willie in a time out and let Mitchel go cry. I swept the sidewalk - Yes, I know Ron it was wrong. Then I went and got Willie to help put the clippings in a bucket and into the compost bin. Simba had been crying and crying to go out a few moments later, so I let him out finally. As we brought the grass back to the compost bin I saw a pile in the yard. PIZZA PUKE! So a crying, and wailing Willie had to pick up pizza puke from the lawn with a Walmart bag over his hand. He started to refuse until I told him if he kept it up he would have poop patrol. Crying he picked it up.

The whole time I am ranting and raving about doing what you are supposed to do the first time and then you do not have to do this. My neighbor is putting landscape bark around his bushes and is probably laughing his ass off at me.

Mitchel realizes I am really really mad by now. I go to his room and he is cleaning. Anyone who knows him to clean without asking, is a miracle and he must really understand my heat. Willie is grounded to his room until he can write 5 things he can do to help me on a piece of paper. He has 3 so far.

Ok, I am cooler now and maybe I can go talk to them again. I no longer want a beer at 2pm.