079 / 365: Martial Law: Day 2

I'm not sure who is being punished: me or them.

It was a very long day under Martial Law. JOR and SRR had sessions of hard labor both in and out of the house. "Hard labor" is a subjective term, especially for these two. As I worked to quickly vacuum up three bags of leaves, they took forever filling one. Occasionally I had to spot check and demonstrate what needed to be done, only to leave the scene and hear this:
J: "Gimme the rake!"
S: "No! You had it last!"
J: "No I didn't, you did!"
S: "It's my turn!"
J: "I don't want to pick up the stupid leaves!"
S: "Me either! Why do we have to do this anyway?"
And so on, ad nauseum.....

Their other outdoor chore, after attempting to pick up leaves in the flower beds, was to clean off the deck. Simple stuff: leaves out of the planters, sweep the deck, move the hose. Well, as you can see from the picture, the tension was so thick you could cut it with a chainsaw!

Once this hour of sheer hell was finished, we showered, did some shopping and brought Chinese food home for dinner. After dinner, I coached them on their lines for the next big production in June. That was difficult to do as they nodded off to sleep after each scene. I'm almost there myself. One more day of this. I really hope this is sinking in..... Or am I just sinking?

Until next time.....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!