It's a new day in our house.
Last night we instituted a new family tradition. My husband and I called an official "family meeting."
Please note: said meeting had originally been called for 7:00, but seeing that two young suitors entered the house at approximately 6:30 (my daughters' attempt to scuttle the whole family meeting thing, no doubt) the start time was pushed off to 9:00.
Here are the official minutes of the meeting:
The meeting opened with a prayer because the mother of the household was the only one who had attended church this past weekend, and she just wanted to let everyone know she was aware of that.
After the prayer, the following resolutions were put forward and agreed upon:
- Aside from weekend nights, young men can come calling on my teenage daughters two evenings per week, providing they leave by 10:00 p.m
- All young men who want to enter the household will stand outside on the front porch until the corresponding daughter's room is clean and free of empty soda cans. (Do not - for one instant - think that the young man is entering her room. It's just the only way we could get her to clean it up.)
- In the spirit of togetherness, we will now partake of "family" dinners on Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday evenings.
- If a young man happens to arrive around the dinner hour on those nights, he will also have to endure my cooking. Sorry!
- My children have everything Under control, Mom!
Once the Under control! comment came, the meeting was promptly adjourned and the chair-mother retired to her bed.
Baby steps, my friends. . . it has to start with baby steps.