She’s just earning her keep. Train them early!
I was that kid that old folks talk about. You know the one where it is a darn shame that they weren’t made to do any chores or housecleaning. Just sitting around living and sucking up air. That was me.
My mother never made me clean, consistently at least. She would every now and then go “ham” about how I kept my room but as far as washing dishes, cleaning bathrooms, sorting laundry etc. I was never made to do such. Don’t ask me why, because I don’t know and she isn’t here for me to ask.
While it was lovely as a child I found it hard to adjust as a wife. I still struggle with some things. Things related to keeping a house that may come natural to others come as a post it note ( a la Being Mary Jane style) on my refrigerator, car etc. as a reminder that I have to do certain things.
I don’t want to cripple my children so they are being introduced early to the art of doing chores. My son has become quite efficient at cleaning the kitchen in the evenings and she is such a help when it comes to taking clothes out of the dryer and placing them in the basket.
What great lessons my children are learning.
while doing the tasks that I don’t want to do.
Do you make your children do chores? At what age did they start?
This week stumped me because I hadn’t picked up my DSLR. In my head I assumed I had nothing to share creatively, then it dawned on me that every picture I post for my Project 52 won’t have the perfect white balance or composition but that the purpose of these projects are to capture everyday moments in life and frankly some weeks only my iPhone gets those real raw moments. This shall be one of those weeks.
Unless you’ve been under a rock, last week the entire city of Atlanta was crippled unnecessarily by a mere two inches of snow.
I’ll spare you the details because I’m pretty sure the lack of resources, thousands of people that were left sleeping in cars on area interstates and children slumbering at their desks overnight has crossed your timeline or TV screen so I’ll start with the thaw out.
This weekend as the ice finally melted and the city came back to life I was happy to venture out of the house after being iced in for nearly a week to attend my first Metro Atlanta Founders Day (MAFD). MAFD is a luncheon where all of the local chapters of AKA get together to honor our founders. Had a great time seeing faces I knew and meeting a few new people.
All of my line sisters except for two.
This weekend I also volunteered to keep my friend’s children so her and her husband could go off for a weekend getaway. While I was gone having lunch and fun the Mr. was at home with 4 small children. I came home expecting him to be frazzled but he was holding things down. As soon as my toe hit the threshold it became a barrage of Mommy I need this, Miss Mimi can we…..Y’all know I love the kids so I came in and took over.
This weekend was also spent so called putting the last touches on the laundry room until I took down the bar light in the ceiling and realized that two gaping holes were staring back at me. Like two big eyes. After much debate and the reading of many horror DIY tales on the interwebs I had some what comfortably come to a decision that I wouldn’t take on scraping the popcorn off the ceiling…until yesterday. I mean if it has to be patched, sanded and painted to hide those holes may as well scrape…right? I sure hope this turns out well. It’ll be a few more weeks before the reveal.
I’m sorry, I’m sure you care.
How was your weekend? Any snow where you are? Are you ready for Spring? I know I am.
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