Showing posts with label chores. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chores. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Chores

Cleaning the house is a most horrendous chore.  It doesn't help when no one wants to do their share.  I'm the first to admit wanting a maid.  How heavenly would that be?  Then again, my most hated chore is laundry, and having someone else wash my chonies doesn't sit with me so well! 

Sigh.  Besides not wanting someone else in my unmentionables, the thought of paying them for my feeling lazy keeps me from going there.  Poof! The dream of the housemaid gone.  I am no way saying that those who have a housekeeper are lazy.  Most just don't have the time to get around to the cleaning.  The little money I do have, I'm not spending on a maid - I'd rather put towards seasons of Doctor Who!  (If you don't know what that is, look it up NOW).

Then there is CHILDREN.  Getting them to clean up after themselves is HARD.  Throw their ungrateful butts in the mix and you have chaos.  There are suggestions and materials out there to help you get your kids on track: chore charts with rewards/consequences.  Of course, if I stuck to my guns better I wouldn't be in the predicament I am now, with children who swear it's their siblings turn to do the dishes.

Everyone has jobs they have to do, but sports and other activities throw mud into my well-oiled machine.  It's so easy to say, "Okay, it's late, let's just all go to bed."  If I'm feeling like I've been slacking in the mom department, it's just as easy to put housework aside and spend fun time with my kids.  If that happens though, no one picks up the slack.  I have essentially created the monster, and now it's time to slay it.

I've gone on strike a couple of times, and that has worked only so long.  I have a new plan of action.  The chores will still be there, just adding a few new rules and sticking to my guns.  Wish me luck!  Once my kids figure out what's to come of it, I am not going to be their favorite person!

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Parenting

I'm either a good parent or a bad one.  Since there is different styles of parenting, it really depends on your views and how you choose to bring up your children.  The way I see it, you cannot decide where your children go in the world.  Once they're of age, the choices are theirs.  The best you can do is teach them what will help them along their path and hope for the best.  This is why I'm such a relaxed parent. 


My daughter likes watching scary movies, my son likes playing video games like Modern Warfare.  They're free to use what words they like, as long as they don't hurt feelings.  (Calling someone fat then saying, "No offense." is NOT allowed.  Jerks tried to get it through with that loophole).  Our favorite pasttime is throwing up the middle finger (just not at crazy drivers). 

That does not mean there are no rules or consequences in my home.  One weekend after lunch, I spent THREE HOURS waiting for my daughter to clear the table and unload/reload the dishwasher.  Three hours for something that should have only taken 15 minutes tops.  After all the whining and fit-throwing, she realized she was not going anywhere until she did her chore AND because of all the attitude, part of her allowance was taken away.  Why?  Because she took MY valuable time...and just because I said so :)

Didn't you just love when your parents used the "because I said so" line?  It's my favorite.  I made you, so what I say goes.  All this explaining why you have to do things?  I'm being nice to you.  When I give you options?  I'm being nice to you.  You think you have a say in how your life goes, really?  I make the bucks so the final decision is MINE.

You know why kids think the world revolves around them?  Why they think they deserve everything?  Maybe, just maybe, it's because they're every whim is being indulged.  My mom yelled, screamed, gave us the occasional spanking and let us kids know that it was her world and her rules.  I learned there was a consequence for every action: if I didn't do my chores - ass beating; if I did do my chores - I got to live another day.  And you know what?  I'm a better person for it.  I learned RESPONSIBILITY.

My kids pretty much can do what they want AFTER all their chores are done.  They've learned that the faster you get your shit done, the faster you can have your own time.  What happens if it's not done?  It doesn't go away, it just piles up.  I'm not doing it!  The weekends when you should be relaxing and having fun?  Say good-bye to all the fun because I'm working you like a mule!