Then I remembered the dreaded list waiting for me on the kitchen counter.... Saturday jobs. My dad would write out lists for each us that had to be completed before we could watch t.v. or play.
Now I get to be the meanie who makes my kids to Saturday jobs before they can have fun.
Isn't life great?
No.
Now I sympathize with my parents who had to listen to all of our moaning and groaning on Saturday mornings while we complained about all of our chores. This past Saturday as I was cleaning I heard Giggles in the laundry room - not giggling. He was moaning and groaning as he sorted the laundry that his brothers had brought in from their bedrooms. The sounds continued for quite some time and so I peeked my head in and saw this...
Giggles is my kid who likes to make things look harder than they really are. If he doesn't want to do a job like oh.. say... sorting laundry... he piles it ON himself and then says, "it's too hard."
If it is a bowl of cereal he doesn't like to eat he waits for 15 minutes and then says, "it's too soggy." If it is a sandwich he doesn't like, he waits until the bread has gone stale and then says, "it's too dry."
But when he loves something he is the fastest at doing it and gets it done quickly. If I need something assembled I can hand it over to him and he will put it together in a flash. No more assembling Christmas toys - I have Giggles for that!
But even though I have eliminated assembling things I cannot eliminate the fussing from Saturday jobs. It is just something I will have to listen to for years to come. Unless I have Brett bring home some extra earplugs from work. Yep. I think I'll try that this weekend.
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