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Wednesday, August 22, 2007 

Dear People I Live With....

Effective today, I will no longer do the following:

1. Pick up after you. With the exception of Youngling, you are all big enough to know where things go. Quit arguing with me and put them there.

2. Find things for you. I never did take an archaeology class, therefore, it is not my job to find your things. Remember where you put it, and remember it's not my problem.

3. Buy you stuff. Money does not grow on trees, and if you break it, I will not "buy you a new one". Use your own money, if you think it's so expendable.

4. Fix you snacks. You are old enough to fix a PB&J and pour a glass of milk. The refrigerator is the big white thing with doors on it in the kitchen, and it houses tasty snacks like pudding, apples and juice. I would be delighted to draw you a map if you require one.

5. Be your event coordinator. If you are bored, go pick up your room. You will be amazed at how many toys you have once you unearth the layers of detritus. Play with those.

Failure to comply with the following rule changes will result in a very evil mother. Since you all seem to hate me in such a bad mood all the time, then I expect you to comply.

Sincerely,
Management

ETA: I reserve the right to continue edits as I see fit.

I vote that we adopt this as our standard parenting contract.

Can I print this out and tack it up here at home??!! Happy Early Birthday to the youngling!

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