The day was going along okay and tonight I went to martial arts and had a terrific class of kicking, punching, and spinning.
After that, I had dinner which was also very good and the day was starting to wind down.
I told my son to get the dishwasher loaded and mentioned that I’d done the breakfast dishes for him so there wasn’t too much to do. He made a face and started…just started to say “don’t help me, you don’t load the glasses…” He didn’t finish his sentence.
Every mom has that moment where they feel enough is enough, I do more chores, favours, work around here than anyone else and I’m not appreciated. (okay, not in the perfect houses but for sure in mine)
So that’s what happened. I gave everyone in the house a few comments…and then highlighted some chores Big One and Little One can now hop to before going to bed.
Fortunately (for them, and me) the anger only lasted a few minutes and I hear the little chore angels doing what they should have done anyway, and know they should have done, but try to get away with.
I always tell my husband the kids’ job is to try to get out of chores, and mine is to make them do the chores. Some days it’s easier (and quieter) than others. (He lives in a parallel universe where he thinks they should just do these things every day because once upon a time we told them to.)
I think I’ll make some tea and take myself to bed.