Does this make me mean? Because I think it makes me clever.

I picked up my 3rd babysitting job today. Meaning I:

• babysit for 3 families
• help my wonderful fiance as much as I can to get the house all ready for him to move in/ me to eventually do the same
• am "planning" a wedding (f'real I don't feel like I am planning at all really)
• schedule and reschedule a first meeting with our pastor that will be marrying us
• go garage saleing (VERY important ;))
• stop at every opportunity to go to any Goodwill-like store
• sleep
• eat
• live
• etc.

I'm   B  U  S  Y!!!

Side note About garage sales/Goodwill: I love buying used stuff--it is so freaking cheap. I feel like a champion for finding awesome stuff and plus I am forming my style of home decorations.  Probs when all our stuff moves in including me, I'll take some inside pictures for everyone to see.  Our house is becoming more and more gorgeous every week.  Just having the hardwood floors re-done [took the boys at least 60 hours to do and saved 2 grand from doing them themselves, I am very proud] has taken 60 years off of our house, seriously current blog reader, I kid you not!

Back to the whole title of this blog.  (If you haven't notice how I ramble all.of.thee.time in my blogs or that the word 'Rambling' is in my blogs name.... if you know me I ramble all.of.thee.time in real life.)  So, like I said, I started babysittin' my 3rd family (literally my family too) today.  Welp, my Aunt left a daily chore list, basically has all 4 kids' names on it and a bunch of chores/grooming steps and I am suppose to put a check mark   (lol about the link) every time someone fulfills one of the tasks.

Well, my little 9 year old male cousin is LAZY.  Seriously lazy.  I'm on to him though.  He has this whole mentality that 'Oh, if I do a half A. job then no one will ever even consider to ask me to attempt it again, they'll just be wasting their sweet time. I am so smart.  No one will ever catch on."  <-- Probably his thoughts word-for-word.

Well guess what buddy?

I caught on.

"Hey Eli your job today is to sweep the kitchen floor."

Eli begins to painfully and slowly >>I'm talking slow motion slowly, and did I mention unnecessarily dramatic?<< so much so that I have to tell him he can't hang out with 'Wyatt' until he's starts and finishes sweeping the floor.

Finally he gets up and "sweeps" the floor. I'm talking he literally used one arm, and me being a previous 4 year Housekeeping veteran that specialized in sweeping floors... was not feelin that.  He then proceeds to fling his so called piles into crevices in the kitchen, for he had no need for a dustpan,obviously.

Well needless to say, when he tells me he was "done."  I had him re-sweep.

And then re-sweep again when the floor looked just as bad.

And then re-sweep again "                                                ".

Finally on the last revision I told him that sweeping the kitchen floor is officially his new daily job.  And that he is going to become a pro by the end of the summer.

Because he obviously needs some practice, obviously.

Mean?

Nah, clever.