Superman and I were driving Friday evening on the way home from the laundromat. He mentioned the gas tank was almost empty, so I said to stop at our regular place for gas now, rather than go out again later. He pulled into the place and there were plastic bags on the pump handles. No gas. Eh. I figured the tanker trucks would come sometime Saturday to deliver more. I didn't want to go anywhere anyway. So we came on home.
This morning the kids wanted to go to church. Superman is sick (did I mention that? He has a nasty head/chest cold) and wasn't going, so I drove them over to the church. Did I go in? Oh, no! I dropped them off and headed to the gas station. The place we tried Friday still has bags on the pump handles. Hmmm. So I drove a couple more blocks to the next place. No gas. On around the curve to the big station that usually has some pretty good prices. No gas. I was afraid to get too much farther from home, as I know there is very little fuel left in the tank. So I turned around and came home. We had to use the truck to pick up the kids. Manny's gas supply is about 1/3 of one of his tanks, the other tank is empty. I haven't heard anything about the gas situation, except that our state Attorney General has renewed the state's price gouging prohibition. This could get interesting.
In other news, Twitch is taking a psychology class in high school. They watched a video the other day about child development. He is now telling me how to parent Sproing. HA HA HA HA HA HA!! I have mentioned Sproing's behavior before, here on this blog thingy, haven't I? He's a tough nut to crack.
Twitch was trying to force Sproing to eat his green beans at supper tonight. Sproing wanted another biscuit*, and I said he could have one after he'd eaten his green beans. All 14 of them. Then Twitch starts in with a barrage of commands for Sproing to eat the beans. I told Twitch to let me be the parent. "But Mom, if he keeps thinking he doesn't have to eat his beans, he won't ever learn to do what he's supposed to." It'll be alright son. Sproing reaches for the biscuits. "After you finish your beans, Sproing." Sproing dissoves into tears (again). I gave Twitch the evil eye, as I saw he wanted to butt in again. All the while I have been generally ignoring Sproing, except to very calmly tell him to eat his beans. The conversation moved to other things. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Sproing was shoving beans into his mouth. You know, this is not the time to tell him not to eat green beans with his fingers.** When he was finished with the beans I pushed the biscuit basket closer to him and gave him a wink. I doubt Twitch even noticed the beans were gone.
Drats. There was something else I wanted to mention, but whatever it was I have forgotten. I could tell you that C and S have quit quitting smoking. Yep. They bought a new carton of cigs just the other day. Oh, well. Maybe they will have more success next time they quit. Other than that, my brain has quit working for now. More updates as the situation warrants. Hope everyone has a good week.
*At the beginning of the meal he refused to touch anything, not even the biscuits. I think he was mad at me for putting water in his cup of ice. Whatever. I did not make a big fuss about it, just ignored him. I reminded Superman not to fuss at him. While we were ignoring him, he quietly ate his other food and now wanted more.
**Frankly, I would rather eat green beans with my fingers, too.
