Welcome to my Saturdays

Most people LOVE Saturdays. It's a day to hang out with Dad, have fun, and most of all, no school. We are a bit different here at the Sanders Household. I DETEST Saturdays! Why you ask? Since we have been in this residency, Owen has been moonlighting on Saturdays to help compensate for the money UNLV decided last minute not to pay us. So a days work is much needed to feed our family since Owen is in his program everyday during the week.
Each Saturday it's pretty much the same routine. It starts with teasing by Maggie, crying by Audrey, and whining by Drew. No sleeping in either. Even after I beg the kids to quietly go downstairs and watch cartoons so I can sleep until Miles wakes up-which can sometimes be 8-8:30 if it's quiet. The problem is that it never happens. I'm always suddenly woken up by someone screaming or crying. So much for that.
But the real story begins today when I assingned the kids their jobs. They get some kind of satisfaction out of completing the job and then crossing it off the list. So I must write it down, or it won't get done. They get 3 jobs and then they are free for the day. Wii time, a friend over etc. Drew is usually a pretty good cleaner and he really gets in and does it quickly so he can have his Wii time since that is what his whole world revolves around. But....today he was extra whiny, and would not stop complaining about how he wanted different jobs. The whining went on for about 30 minutes and I just ignored him. I did tell him that I was worried about him not getting any presents this year because he's on the naughty list. He didn't care. He went to his room and got in bed and whined and complained some more. So by now, I'm done!I finally had to put him in time out in the bathroom which is where it always is. He wouldn't comply, so I said if you don't sit down, you'll go to the garage. 1..2..3..alright mister, you're going to the garage. Then the screaming begins. They don't like the garage because I lock them in there. After locking him in I went about my business and did the dishes all the while listening to Drew bang on the door while yelling and screaming. After about 10 min. it was quiet, so I decided to check on him. I opened the garage, and well.....he peed all over the floor--not a little puddle either, it was a fire hose! He said he had to go and I wouldn't open the door and well you gotta do what you gotta do!~ Well...if you would have stayed in the bathroom from the beginning, you would have had a place to pee. I threw him the roll of paper towels and told him to clean it up. 10 min later, I went inside to check on him, and he was in the car going through my purse eating all my gum. Now I was fuming! Lets just say it got ugly! He eventually cleaned it up, but I had to go out with pine-sol and the hose to really get it up, or it would have been sticky--which meant another job for Mom. Was it my fault he peed in the garage? I'm going to say no. These kids like to push our buttons don't they? Someday, Drew will read this and realize that he was a little bugger sometimes. He's a good kid. I think today he was extra tired because he doesn't sleep through the night anymore because of the floating heads he sees in his room at night. But that's a whole nother story. All I can say is 7 more months and then hopefully I'll have Owen back home with me on Saturdays.