First of all, we were blessed with three boys before we welcomed Mini into our lives. That was the explanation I used when my mom would come to my house and ask why it was such a mess. I had 3 boys first and she had 3 girls first.
There was no waiting around for Mini to unload or load the dishwasher. With three able-bodied boys ahead of her, the boys had to participate in the regular tasks at hand. They carried laundry upstairs, cleared places, washed the kitchen table, helped with the dishwasher, swept the floor, etc. (this is when they were really young, the chores became more age appropriate as they got older).
I never considered letting the boys off the hook a few years later just because Mini was finally ready to pitch in. They still were expected to do things. I had a job chart when the kids were a bit older and the jobs rotated. They emptied bathroom garbage, stripped beds, sharpened pencils for homework, dusted the family room, Windex-ed the sliding doors, swept, unloaded the dishwasher, washed counter-tops, sorted laundry, dust mopped the stairs, vacuumed, etc.
Now that Mini is in high school, I admit that my expectations have shifted. Slightly. A few occurrences cropped up recently that left me dumbfounded and frustrated.
|Getting ready to whip up batch #2.|
|Can I interest you in a rock corn muffin, |
or would you prefer a softer variety?
Before the girls arrived, I told Mini that she could make the corn muffins from a box. Not an involved process. I was Hell bent on getting some writing done that day, so I returned to the study. When her friends started arriving, I jumped in and make the muffins myself because she forgot.
The muffins cooked for over an hour vs the required 20 minutes, because in my haste to get back to my writing I never set the timer. Maybe the apple doesn't fall far from the tree? (I am the tree in this scenario - a corn muffin burning tree!)