Day 26

This was a day I was looking forward to. All the conversations I had with my children’s teachers back home about enrolling them into a new school, at the forefront of my mind was my children in school uniforms. Every Monday, all students are required to wear the formal uniform. There is also a physical education uniform the kids where on specific days, and a lab coat they need to bring on the day they have lab.

Getting them out of the house after the uniform is on is a different story. The school offers a hot lunch to kids once a week, so we need to bring their lunches. This is very difficult to prepare four lunches every morning, but so far my wife has both prepared lunches and breakfast in the morning while I fight my children, I mean while I dress them and do their hair every morning.

When we arrived at our house, we removed all bowls and plates and cups, and purchased one bowl, one plate, and one cup for each child. Each bowl, plate, and cup is distinctive to each child. So they are responsible for taking them out, using them, washing them, drying them, and putting them away. This is a battle we are waging with our children, we are going to die on this hill. That being said, each morning at least one child forgot to wash their bowl and won’t get breakfast unless it is washed and dried.

The school lunches we prepare for the kids are in Tupperware that they need to wash when they get home or guess what? They don’t get a lunch they want the next day.

We have endured an onslaught of anger and resentment from these kids. My response to them is that I don’t want heir future spouses hating us when they realize the children we raised don’t know how to wash a dish. That argument isn’t persuasive according to my children. As a side note, when my children make an argument to me and it doesn’t work, I tell them it “isn’t persuasive”, so now they are using that against me. 😀

Needless to say, today the kids were adorable getting their uniforms on. The only trouble was our youngest child, I can’t explain why, but he HATES blue pants. He truly hates blue pants, he couldn’t explain why because he is only 4 years old, but I had to bribe him into wearing blue pants. He doesn’t realize that he has about 24 more Mondays of wearing blue pants. 😂😂**