my hero

First another one of those moments.... AAAAAUGHGHHGHHHGHHG!  I had to get thta out of my system.  So, I'm trying to teach my son to keep an agenda, but he saw it as a totally pointless exercise for the summer.  He argued and argued that he should just  be able to use the dry erase message board that I have on the fridge for his "agenda".  I finally agreed - because he doesn't have that much going on and he's not carrying a backpack.
     Now that that was settled, I said to him, "O.k.  So, write your schedule there."
      He said, "What?"
     Me, "L, write the things that you have to do - the things you'd put in an agenda..."
     When I hear him muttering, "swim, run..." and I realize that he's not going along with me, I just walk out of the kitchen (which prompted him to add two "real" entries to his list before he went to bed).
BELOW see his agenda/schedule which I will have to type here before this masterpiece of organizational effort is lost forever...:
*swim a lot
*and run a lot
*eat, poop, sleep,
*captain's practice Wed. 7pm
*get physical mom

OK - now you say... "My hero?"  Why did you name this post My Hero?  Well, the trash... It hadn't gone out on Monday July 4th - and by the time trash day rolled around again, it was pretty rank.  (Sorry, Mr. trash collectors).  So, when we got back from swimming and saw the empty trash cans outside, my son noticed that one of them was full of bugs.  To make a long story short - when he saw that I was not really dealing with them very well... (that is, my strategy was to leave the trash can on its side by the curb in the street and pray for the bugs to crawl away) he took over and took the trash can to wash it out under our outside faucet.   My little boy ... doing a man's work.
ha ha
When my kids were little I tried desperately to NEVER let them see what a coward I was about bugs, and I did a pretty good job - although no WAY could I fool people about roaches... There's still a story about how I tried to look casual when a roach ran by my son's bed (Central Anmerican tropical roaches)... why humiliate myself by writing it all down?  It involves the squeak of my voice - poor aim with the shoe - and nobody is fooled.
   Anyway, now I no longer have to pretend.  My Hero...