You know, my oldest son is responsible, or irresponsible, depending on who you ask, for all of the trash in the house. He is supposed to take out the bathroom and kitchen trash, when it needs taking and he is also supposed to empty the recycling, when it needs emptying. He is not great at it, but if I have a really big stick in my hand, ok, so maybe not a really big stick, but maybe a smaller stick...no stick, but you get the point, he takes care of his responsibilities enough to avoid certain death! He is also supposed to take care of the dog. She is to be brushed daily, so her hair is not all over my house. This just means I have to sweep more than once a day, if I don't want her hair all over the house, because as you have already guessed, the boy is not a great dog brusher either! He is 12. I don't expect him to really care about much, but I expect him to want to avoid being in trouble just enough to take care of business, when I am about to blow! Yep, that's what I expect! And, he is supposed to feed and water her, which is why she looks like a doggy tv star! Her girlish figure is not a chosen physique! He decides when she should be fed and watered! Again, this just means mom has to pick up the slack after he leaves for school and then mom also has to freak out when he gets home from school, because he didn't do what he said he had done! *cue the smoke billowing out of my ears!*
Anyway, I was sort of getting to the point...
I decided that the other kids need jobs. I am SO TIRED of my family watching my wheels spin, until all the cogs get mangled, that I thought a long weekend would be best spent with 6, 7 and 10 year old kids helping with laundry. I had Ponch and Bake putting the laundry in the washer and dryer, respectively and then Bucko had to help my fold it. It went pretty well, other than me having to hop up and chase Ponch down several thousand times, for yelling and screaming at me, when I asked/told her to get the laundry out of the dryer, but that is to be expected, since that is the relationship standard that she and I live by! (I can't stand it, but she is so trying and I am not going to give an inch, so it is what it is!) Bucko said he liked helping me fold the clothes and Bake asked if laundry could be one of his regular jobs. I think I could get used to this!
How was your weekend?
I hope it was great! I hope Thanksgiving was a nice time for family, food and fun!
Have a great day!