I have a problem! Growing up with a recovering alcoholic mom
and stepdad, I heard numerous times, "The first step is admitting you have
a problem." Well, here it is... I secretly (well not so secretly
now) hope my kids forget to do their chore so I can impose another task on them
which is something I've been procrastinating doing or plain don't want to do.
There, it's out there. Figuring out a chore system that mobilizes 6
children of differing ages has made me fantasize about relocating to Bali and
living in a beach hut on a daily basis!
This year I thought I came up with a system
that works to my benefit. If I have to remind my kids to do their chore
more than one time, I impose another (less fun) chore. I've explained to
them in my best "I'm doing this for your good" tone, that if I have
to remind them to do their chore more than once, that is more work for me;
therefore, I will be forced to impose additional chores. I mean, seriously,
I have to answer to God for how well I've trained these precious ones (ok, that
may not be my only motive).
Baking Pantry |
The other day, two of my kids had forgotten to
do their chore after I had reminded them the customary one time. I
secretly gave myself a high five in my head for being so clever and
straightened my face to make sure I looked disappointed at their poor memory.
My 14 year old sighed, "Oh man, what do I have to do?" I
told him he had a choice (choice always softens the blow and makes me seem
extra generous), he could organize my baking pantry (yes, I have a baking
pantry, I'm still in recovery not recovered) or the hallway closet. He
chose the baking pantry which left the hallway closet to my 13 year old
daughter. I literally had to walk away to keep them from seeing me do a
little happy dance.
Hall Closet |
My game closet needs reorganizing, the regular
pantry could use some help, the
baseboards needs vacuuming, the stairs need vacuuming and there are two other
closets that I've been pretending don't exist! Here's to hoping I have
forgetful kids today :)
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