After two days of sheer hell this week, #1 was finally registered for university. His first day of class was Wednesday. I was anxious all day, but when he came home he had a big smile on his face. He told us that everything had gone well. I let out a huge sigh of relief and prepared for things to calm down.
---sudden loud laughter from audience---
Within half an hour of being home, he suddenly looked unsettled, and then annouonced that since he'd gotten everything taken care of, he just remembered that he needed to enroll in ROTC classes. At another university.
---Greek chorus whispers, 'You spoke too soon, Cindy'. ---
Half an hour later, after a conversation with Major W., he had an appointment to visit campus, approx. one hour from the university he's attending. He announced that after enrolling he would need to be on EMU's campus at 6:00 a.m. for physical training. Actually, he said "At O -600hours!" and stood up very straight. Heck, just talking to Major W. on the phone made #1 stand up even straighter and use his best "Yes, SIR!" during the conversation. Whoever this man is, I would like to know if he makes house calls. #4 could use a little Major W.-ing these days.
So, Tuesday we are off to see a man about a horse. Ok, about getting everything in order for #1 to join ROTC. And meanwhile, his younger brothers are going to make me even more nuts. Everything is said in 24 hour time.
This morning, #1 left early, and at 6 I waved goodbye, and then went back to bed. Almost half an hour later, my door flew open. "Private #4 reporting for duty at 06:30 hours!" he grinned.
I sat up. I stared until #4 stopped grinning. I said,"Private #4!"
"Yes ma'am!" he said.
"Report back to barracks. Cleaning duty to commence immediately. Inspection to be held at 08:30, followed by breakfast at 09:00!"
"Yay,"he cheered. "What's for breakfast?"
I glared even harder. "I don't know, private #4. As soon as you cook it and serve it to me, we'll both know! Kitchen inspection to follow breakfast. Any questions? Good. Dismissed!"
I'll teach him to wake me up at that hour. He eventually stopped screaming, at least screaming loud enough to keep me awake.
“An army of asses led by a lion is better than an army of lions led by an ass”
When Poe ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
Woo-hoo! That's some pretty sharp thinking for 6:30 in the morning!
You go girl! Er, I mean Sir!
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