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I should really post some pics, because my mom is going to be nagging me about that soon, I'm sure...but I don't feel like doing jack crap lately. Why is that?

We had the flu here over the weekend, and I had to call in sick to work. I *hated* that. But I was really, really sick...really sick. I'm not the kind to call in with just a cough, ya know? But having me barfing all over the keyboard, with a waiting room full of patients that are adamant that they have H1N1 wouldn't have been very professional.

My mom came over yesterday and helped me turn over my garden...actually, she did most of the work. Hopefully, if it stops raining, Scott and I will get my raised garden bed built this weekend and I can start planting. I have big plans...big plans. Yup, peas. That's all I'm planting is peas. Sam and I are going to sit in the grass and eat them all summer long, so they won't even make it into the house. I might plant a tomato plant...just so my mom will quit nagging me. I have some strawberry plants on the other side of the yard that aren't getting any sun...maybe I'll relocate those to my garden patch. Just so long as they don't interfere with my big pea patch plans.

Jacob started soccer last night, in the rain lol. I really thought that the fields would be closed, but they played anyway. He came home soaked to the bone, but ecstatic that he got to see his soccer friends again.

Jake is going through a weird phase...bailing on his chores. I'm sure it's completely normal, but Kylie didn't do this so I'm not sure how to handle this one. I went into his room last night to find his shin pads for soccer, and discovered that he 'hid' his clean laundry, rather than put it away. Honestly...I'm sure it took more time to think up hiding spots than to actually put the clean clothes in his dresser...so it was funny, but infuriating all at the same time. And this isn't the first time he has done this...his last punishment was to do everyone's laundry (washed, dried, folded and put away with my supervision).

So my first thoughts are, you don't want to do the one chore that you had on Monday? Fine. You're doing every chore in the house this week. That will fix your wagon.

So far, he has helped with supper, set the table (his chore anyway), poured drinks (Scott's job), cleared the table (everyone's job), made Kylie's lunch as well as his own, and emptied the dishwasher (Kylie's job). I'm saving cleaning the bathroom and washing diapers for when he comes home from school. Bwah hah ha...