Jen was curious how Scott was feeling after being a stay at home dad for awhile.  Well, so far so good.  The homework part is rough from what I have heard.  The kids think dad is too hard on them and dad thinks the kids goof off too much.  I am sure the kids DO goof off too much and I am pretty sure that dad is a Little rough on them.  He can be gruff and blunt and loud.  He is a MARINE and I think that is where he gets it from.

But the rest of the time is great.  Scott plays with Harley, they nap together, eat everything under the sun together. 

They share jars of cashews and that is dangerous to anyone in the same House.  Cashews produce the nastiest farts I have ever smelled.  They are worse than rotten egg farts or brocolli farts.  Or even Taco Bell farts.   These farts are so bad that even the dogs will leave the room, seaching for the quickest exit to the backyard.  You can see the air turn a murky green when these two let loose with their cashew farts.  I think our living room has a permanent stench in it.  I need to hide the cashews if there is any hope of cleaning out the stench and the green mist stuck to the walls.  ew 

Harley loves his cashews and will bring anyone the huge can we now have, grunting and begging for someone to please open the can.  He'll yell HEY HEY HEY and then grunt and pound the top of the can.  He'll try to removed the lid by himself but can't seem to do that just yet.  Thank god.....

Scott will play racing games on the Nintendo 64 and the Playstation with the older kids and Harley will sit right in front of the tv with his controller (that has no cord because Pongo ate it, I think) and thinks he is playing too.  I wonder if he will feel robbed once he realizes he really isn't playing the game? 

Of course they have to do their chores after homework.  The most horrible one is picking up dog poo.  I am the mean and horrible mother for making the kids pick it up.  I keep telling Emma I had to to it when I was her age with little or no help and now she can do it with Ethan.  That doesn't work though.  I am still MEAN.  Ethan doesn't really help and I know this.  He gets caught up in being outside and he'll start spinning and at one time he spun too close to Emma and she was covered in dog poo because he let go of the bag and the poo went flying.  Emma's screams could be heard for miles I bet.  She didn't talk to Ethan for a few days.  The house was rather quiet for a while.

Ethan is still having a hard time.  He was up for almost 48 hours straight.  He slept from 8pm last night to almost 7am this morning and he still had a hard time getting up.  He fell asleep on the 2 minute drive to the bus stop this morning and I had to remind him what he was doing.  I feel for his teacher and his aid.  They both need everyones sympathies for today.

We also discovered he has disposed of his homework before getting home.  All last week he swore he had no homework.  We're not sure if he has hidden the papers somewhere in the house or if he threw them away.  Mom and I have searched the house and found nothing.   So Scott and I went to school yesterday and picked up all the homework he has missed and everything from yesterday.  He finished it all last night by 5pm.  He was not happy...

Time to call the school to see how the big turd is doing.