Welcome to MY world

Seeing as both Divan and Dylan are finished with exams, Dennis (my husband) decided that to keep them busy he would organise a part time job for them.  This was easily arranged as the company he works for is in the process of moving from one premises to another.
Both boys are going through a body building phase and had asked whether they could join a gym in December so that they could lift weights and be 'ripped' by January.   They were not impressed when we told them that they would be lifting 'weights' during December packing up a factory!  What's the problem? - they are getting paid to get 'ripped' and I'm not getting 'ripped' off paying for the gym!
They were due to start bright and early on Tuesday morning.  Decked out in their tracksuit pants and t-shirts, I dropped them off at 06h15 - all bright eyed and bushy tailed.
It was another story when I picked them up at 18h15..... both were wearing overalls with their tracksuit pants under their arms - dead tired!  Divan immediately lay down on the back seat and Dylan got in beside me.  "So", I said, "How was your day?" trying to hide my smile.
"Look at my arms!" exclaimed Dylan "I look like an emo who failed" (scratches from the boxes running across his wrists).  "We packed 96 boxes!!!" from the back seat.
Later during the evening, I asked Dylan whether he had heard from his girlfriend during the day.  " I had no contact with the outside world...." he tells me. :)
Divan, resting his head on the armrest of the sofa, looks at me and says: "Do you know what it's like to know you have to go back to work tomorrow?"
And I smile and say: "Welcome to my world."

It's here somewhere.....

Dylan is half way through his matric exams and has decided to clean his room, throw out all the junk and rearrange his desk so that he actually has a space to sit and study at.  I don't know what inspired him to do this NOW, maybe the fact that he only has 5 more exams to go - maybe the fact that even the tedious task of cleaning one's room is better than swotting Chemistry.....
I walked in from work and found Dylan grinning in the passage.  "Have you seen my room?" he eagerly asks me (bear in mind I have just parked the car in the garage, stumbled through the garage door into the passage bearing two SPAR bags full of groceries and balancing my handbag between them and my thigh with the car keys between my teeth).
"Ugghhghh" I mumble through the leather key holder.
Once I had placed the bags down, sliding my bag down my leg onto the floor and spitting the key onto the counter, I walked back down the passage to his room.
Sure enough - all clean and tidy, and rearranged.  The books and papers on his desk are arranged in tidy piles. 
"This is great, Dylan" I say "Now you actually know where everything is."
"I knew that before" he says surveying his kingdom with pride.
"You did?" I question
"Yes," he says" It was somewhere on my desk."