The Downside of Child Labor

Since Jack is gone I “hired” a neighbor boy to clean out the cat box every Monday, since garbage day is Tuesday. I pay him 5 euros each time he does it. (That, my friends, is the kind of job you want. 3 minutes of work = 5 euros.) He showed up the first 3 times no problem, but yesterday – no 11 year old ever showed up to clean out the litter box. Hmm, now what? I think I will call his mom and ask if they are ok. I mean, he is only 11. He probably needs REMINDING to do his “job.” I could just do it myself. The risks are so low, but on the other hand being pregnant is the only time one ever has even a remote excuse to not clean the box and I, for one, am taking it!

I’m just a little worried because these are the people who are supposed to watch Conan when we are gone for a month. What if they forget about him then? Then what? Poor little guy!

Moving on to something more pleasant. I have designated April as Golf Month. My goal is to be on the golf course at least 2 days each week. So far, so good. I would try for 3 but the stupid weather is NOT cooperating! I’m teaching G to sing, “rain, rain, go away.” Stupid rain. I keep trying to hang laundry out, so I know it is my fault. If I would just use the dryer it would stop raining.

I ordered a pair of pink golf sandals. I think that will improve my game. I mean, how can one be expected to play well unless pink golf shoes are involved? There is nothing wrong with my other pair, but they are white and tan. That is why I got the sandals. Now I have shoes and sandals – for those hot days. (That’s what I’m saying anyway!)

Too bad they won’t be here in time for the ladies tournament on the 28th. Also, I am ditching the “surprise going away party” that day in favor of golf. I told those Canadian ladies I couldn’t make it on the 28th when they were choosing dates. I think that is why they chose it. I will be having fun anyway!

That’s it for now. I’m STARVING and have to go find something to eat or I am going to DIE! (Because it has been a whole hour since I ate – it is one of those “hungry days.”)