Retirement

If you read yesterday's post, you know that my boys were in construction mode and forbade me from entering the basement. I figured it was boys play and stayed out of their way.  At the end of the afternoon, Oldest told me their plan started with an "r".  "Oh, are you RE-ARRANGING the basement?" I cringed.  "No, that isn't it!  It is "R" for RETIREMENT."  "What is retirement?" I asked wondering how in the world they knew anything about retirement.

"Mommy, we are having a Retirement Party for you so you never have to clean again!"  I got that butterfly, so-in-love feelin' deep down in my stomach.  My party-giving Oldest and Middleson went full force plannin' the Retirement Party of the decade! 

Love is in the details, right?  About 4:30 pm, the big boys locked themselves into the bathroom to gel their hair and put daddy's cologne on for the party.  The rest of the afternoon was a hustle and bustle of dishes, food, paper, tape, and streamers going up and down the stairs! 

At 6:30 Hubby and I were escorted downstairs for the Ribbon Cutting Ceremony.  After the ribbon was cut, I was told I would never have to nag or work again. The boys would do everything the first time and do all the work for me.  It was requested that I continue making supper, however. 

The entire basement was decked out in streamers. The local radio station blared in the background while we ate turkey brats, cheese cubes, apple slices, peanuts, carrot sticks, and potato wedges.  After supper, I was presented with a Retirement gift! My can of coffee grounds (when did they sneak that out of the kitchen?) contained a ticket with the words, "A ticket to a brack."  (A ticket to a break.)

I am guessing the boys like this 30minutesontheboysturf and perhaps if I am RETIRED we can have lifeontheboysturf time.  I wish it worked that way!  Thankfully they did not request that I retire from motherhood. I refuse to retire from this position! 

This morning I got up and secretly put the clean but partied basement back together lest I be accused of working. We spent our 30minutesontheboysturf time at a local toy store UN-hurried and UN-rushed, just looking, touching, dreaming, and playing.  

I love my boys & am enjoying RETIREMENT!