I love my children. I love my children. I love my children. Do you know how many times I repeat that phrase? More times than I care to count. Why? Because on a daily basis my children push me until I’m on just this side of sane. So Karen C. at Momdot.com wants to know how they tested me this week? Well, I’ll tell you…
1. My son, the light of my life, the source of most of my frustration. Every semester we have the same problem, the boy refuses to do his homework. It’s not that it’s hard. The kid is absolutely brilliant (his science group won some sort of NASA contest). His teachers say that he participates in class and that he’s a smart kid, he just doesn’t want to do his homework. When I ask him why, he simply shrugs his shoulders. Sigh. Needless to say, my son is now without all of his electronic toys.
2. My children have a few chores that they absolutely must do around the house because, well, I said so. The one chore they seem to have the hardest problem with is cleaning the kitchen. This is especially true of my youngest child. They have to load and unload the dishwasher, put the leftovers into storage containers and refrigerate, wash the sink, table, counters, stove and refrigerator. They also have to sweep and mop the floor. Now this may seem like a lot, but you have to figure 95% of the mess comes from them, so they’re really only just cleaning up after themselves. Now for whatever reason, my youngest can only seem to wash half the dishes and never wash, sweep or mop. They don’t realize how lucky they are. My mother didn’t let us use the dishwasher. And when we were invited to people’s homes for dinner, my mother “volunteered” us to clean up the kitchen. Seriously. My daughter now has dishes until she cleans it to my standards without me telling her. We are on day 4.
3. My oldest daughter has an incredibly active social life. In fact, it’s way too active for someone who has neither a job nor a driver’s license. How unfair is that? She has all the fun and I supply the wheels and the money. So what’s the real problem? It’s 9 PM, I’m in my warm and cozies watching television when all of a sudden I remember that I have to get up, put on my coat, run out to my freezing cold car to pick her up from her latest social engagement.
5. Thinking… Oh, I know…
6. My middle daughter really doesn’t do anything to get in trouble. In fact, she’s almost perfect. A little too perfect, which has me suspicious. What has she done that we haven’t found out about? What is she going to do that’s going to totally floor us? We’ve already told our children not to ever expect bail money from us. So what? For the love of all that is good, do something wrong and end my anxiety!
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