This morning Maddie asked if she and Jake could have some friends spend the night Friday. I told her no and she was disappointed. I didn't want her to think I was just saying "no" to say "no" so I explained:
"Guys. Dad and I are working a bit overtime to get the laundry room ready in time for Sadie. That's two weeks and we have A LOT to do. Yesterday, starting as soon as you left I worked on the cabinets all day."
THEN...I realized I was talking to Maddie AND Jake. Jake doesn't appreciate estimates. He wants exact. So, I modified it and said,
"As soon as you left, I worked on them for five hours. When dad finished his regular work last night, he worked on them another two hours after me."
Thinking I had averted any argument I was pretty happy with myself.
Then Jake said, "But mom...we are in school for six hours."
I just stared. I couldn't believe it. I replied (through clenched teeth), "You are right, Jake. I forgot. I also went to Cub and Sam's Club. There's my extra hour."
Jeez. It's like clocking in and out with the bossman.