The other day I found a really long curly grey strand of hair while brushing my hair. I was so proud to see it I wanted to keep it. I'm only 31, so I know where the grey hair is coming from. Kids! Well, my 2 kids because I don't do much dealing with other people's children.
If it's not the lost bus pass (which is ALWAYS lost), then it's the sibling bickering. If it's not the sibling bickering, it's all the things I have to deal with when it comes to the public school my oldest attends (so far, I've yet to meet anyone there I really respect).
So today, I'm discussing dish-duty with my children. Wow, parenting really has evolved. My mother never discussed anything with me. The dishes were done after we ate or your ass was hurtin' for days.
My oldest was upset about having to do dishes -- again: "I did dishes 3 times this week," he said. So, I took the opportunity to provide a little math lesson. I asked him how many days a week does he eat. He replied with "7." I asked him how many times in a day does he eat. He replied with "3."
So, we did a little math and he came up with the number 21. He eats 21 times, at least, in a week, but does dishes only 3 times a week? I see a problem here. I threw in the dish rag and told him, "Boy, do some damn dishes."
He's finished with the dishes and back in his room playing his Gameboy SP. I'm sure we'll have more dish-duty discussions. And laundy-folding discussions. And bathroom cleaning discussions.
Posted by Genia
at 11:33 AM CST
