Life in the Slow Lane

My kids are lazzzzzy. There's really no way to say that nicely, it's just a fact. They like to sit on the couch, watch tv, and if they could, I'm sure they would ring a bell for me to bring snacks. What am I to do?  I know it's partially mostly my fault. I've babied them to what seems like a point of no return. We are Italian, and they are mama's boys! I know in hindsight they should have had more responsibility early on, but I must just go forward from here. I should have known what kind of enabler of lazy I would be by looking at my dog . She never learned any tricks, and she's at a point in her life now where we carry her up and down stairs inside and outside, and she is totally spoiled. Oh, maybe that's a better word than lazy? Spoiled? Well the buck stops here kiddies. Mama is already on top of things using my trusty old pal Pinterest . I'm gathering some great ideas for helping around the house, chores, and something I should have fig