Since becoming a parent, there have been many nights when I lay in bed and recap my day. I run through the To Do List I created and mentally check off the things I accomplished.
- Giving them free money at the end of the week ticks me off because based on the amount of work I do to take care of them, they should be handing me cash. Chores make me feel like they earned some of it.
- I am less likely to feel as if I should pull a pen from behind my ear and start writing down their orders when they ask me to feed them because they’ve at least emptied the dishwasher.
- It’s supposed to take some of the burden off of me and make my life easier.
- It’s good for them. Life lessons blah, blah, blah.
|We need to be able to get the trash IN the can, honey.
Please make the trashcan face OUT.
|Perhaps I wasn’t clear. Let’s try again.
We need to put the trash IN the can.
Please have the can face OUT,
not facing the bushes.
|Right direction, but as I’ve said 13 times,
we need to put the freaking trash IN the freaking can, dude!
Can I do that when you place the freaking thing in FRONT of a bunch of freaking stuff!?
|You did it! Way to go!
You’re going to have to live with me forever, aren’t you?
This is an awful lot of empty hangers.
Something seems suspect.
I should go investigate
An upon further research, I found this…
|Taking the clean clothes off the hangers in order to
bring me empty hangers is actually not helpful.
You’re going to have to live with me forever too, aren’t you?