How to Deal

I've given up on a happy balance. Someone is always on the losing end of the deal.

I've taught my son how to cook and wash dishes. He's in a competition (with himself, obviously) to wash dishes better than me. Tee hee! He really fell for that one, didn't he? So we spend time together cooking and cleaning. Two-for-one deal!

I've given up on television. I use my television time to write now. I can sit in my big bed to write on my laptop and cuddle with my child as he watches Scooby Doo. It's like a buy-one get-one free deal.

My son has decided he wants a washboard stomach. I don't know if almost eight year-old boys can have one of those. He's pretty close. I can see the definition. Now he's determined I should have one too. Bless his heart. Now we exercise together. Another two for one deal. Hopefully I'll be on the losing end of this one (get it?).

My husband tends to get left out so every once in a while (read almost nightly) we all (wife, child and four dogs) crawl into his lap for some cuddle time. Fifteen minutes of the extra, oh, say 230 pounds total sitting in his lap is all he can bear! Again, a two-for-one deal no, wait, even better ... a seven-for-one deal.

Baby steps, it's all about baby steps. And deals ...