Having a weekend without kids, then having them come back into their normal routine, it's an eye-opening experience. They sure play a lot, and I sure work a lot. It's out of balance, and it has to stop. So today I'm devising a plan where others will contribute to the care and maintenance of the home front. What's tough is that I resist having my kids help like nobody's business (residual stuff from childhood, probably could be addressed with thousands of dollars of therapy, but I think this way will work). So the new way is morning and evening jobs, which will be assigned on paper. If you have morning jobs, you are responsible for feeding dogs, giving them water, emptying dishwasher, and giving Shadow her prozac. If you have evening jobs, you are responsible for picking up the backyard (including all towels, goggles, pool toys left where they shouldn't be) and the garage (which will probably include wrappers, juice boxes, and other assorted crap). Plus they still have normal picking up room and putting away laundry duties.
Ok, so I hate typing this, because I feel like any normal good mom would already be having her kids do this. So I'm outing myself -- yuck. But I'm hoping the accountability provided by writing it down will help me to carry it out. It's my hatred of conflict that causes me to "just do it" which is why I was picking up poop and mowing lawns in 109 degree heat. And the crazy truth is that my older son is the BEST kid when it comes to doing what he's asked to do, and Tucker's not bad either -- it's ME that resists.
So look out everyone -- there's a new sheriff in town, and she's long overdue!