This Male is Not Husband Material

Future November Elections brought this true story to mind: 

I know a young male (I couldn’t say man) who lives down the road and has never had a job that lasted more than a few days. He lives in a house that is falling down around him. Ten years from now, that lazy genius will still be waiting for his ship to come in, and the only thing out of the ordinary in his life that will happen is that the roof of his house will fall on him.

He once told me, “Well, I am going to go down there and ask for a job.”
“You could get there before they close,” I said.
“Well, I am afraid they would close before I got there and the trip would be wasted, so I think I will go tomorrow.”

I said to him, “If I were you, I would live under the bridge next to the plant where I could make it to work every day without fail. So that after two weeks I would have earned enough money to rent a cheap apartment within walking distance. Within a month, I would have enough saved to buy an old car, and within a year, I would have found a better job and have a car good enough to take me back and forth to a better job. And within two years, I would be purchasing a fixer-up home. And with the passing of three years, I would have sold the fixer-upper for a $100,000.00 profit and have purchased two more homes and be fixing them both up for resale. Within ten years, I would own ten houses and would be entirely self-employed and looking for bigger investments.” 

This type of male will blame the government and vote Democratic. No, he won’t vote at all. He will just talk about it, and talk, and plan bigger things, and wait until tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow is soon enough for that kind of a “male.” ~by Michael Pearl

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Lessons from Summer Camp: Brushing and Bullying and Knives

The boys enjoyed their week at camp; and we certainly missed them here at home. A couple of events were eye-openers for me. First, we were told that two Camp kitchen workers almost got their fingers sliced off while on cutting/dicing/slicing duties during meal preparation. Beware of sharp knives! I am thankful that DS was nowhere near a knife as he was a volunteer dishwasher. Lesson learned --- knowing how to handle a sharp knife begins at home. Jared needs to do even more cutting/dicing/and slicing while in our own kitchen. He will then be prepared and injury-free if he were ever asked to help the Camp's Head Chef/Cook .

Second, youngest DS' forgetfulness regarding brushing his teeth was personally embarrassing. He didn't brush his teeth - not even once. Oy! I blame myself for his inattentiveness. Obviously, he was not brushing his teeth often enough here at home either, but I hadn't noticed. Lesson learned --- daily brushing begins at home. To help him remember, after lunch, while I brush my own teeth using sink A, he will simultaneously be brushing his teeth using sink B. Repeat routine after dinner.

Third, bullies go to camp too. A boy was housed in AJ's cabin who'd cause fights, pull hair, and act in other inappropriate ways. Supposedly, the boys' Camp Counselor was right on top of things, and DS even says "...he wasn't toooo bad", so I'll not go on with this subject. Lesson learned --- Cristian-run Camps are not bully-free zones.

The oral hygiene fiasco got me thinking of my responsibility, as a mother, to teach our children useful skills. Below are pictures of Farrah and AJ well on their way to learning that keeping a house clean is a very useful skill; benefitting our home now and freeing me to do my other duties, and benefitting their own homes in the future.