I asked for help.
I have three good kids but the older two have perfected the art of selective hearing. They hear what they want, when they want. The youngest simply thinks that every word that anyone says is always directed at him. (He's the youngest, he is cute, why would you be talking to anyone but him?) None of this is new, of course, but I don't have the best memory and forget to take all factors into account before I start my rants.
I have three good kids but the older two have perfected the art of selective hearing. They hear what they want, when they want. The youngest simply thinks that every word that anyone says is always directed at him. (He's the youngest, he is cute, why would you be talking to anyone but him?) None of this is new, of course, but I don't have the best memory and forget to take all factors into account before I start my rants.
I've been complaining about the lack of help rather than simply requiring my kids to help. I've been telling middle son he must fold laundry before he can play video games. They know what needs to be done but won't do it unless asked. Or, in my daughter's case, she needs it in writing! (If I give her a list, with boxes she can then check off, she will do the chores. Not on the list? Not going to get done.)
After lunch, I told my youngest to go upstairs and I would be right there to read him a story before his nap. "No," he said. "I am going to do laundry."
Funny. Cute. Sweet. "Go upstairs and I'll be right there," was all I said.
Unfortunately, I have taught my children that "I'll be right there" means they have at least three minutes, probably more.
So by the time I got up there, he was in his room. He didn't want to take a nap but he was where I asked him to be. We read a story, I kissed him goodnight and as I reached the door, he yelled, "Wait! Can you bring my hamper back into my room?"
"Your hamper? It's over..."
Hmmm. Not there. "Where is your hamper, buddy?" Oh. It hits me as I ask. "Is it in the laundry room?"
"Yes! I was doing laundry."
Indeed he was. Blue liquid was pooled on my laundry room floor, spilled after he put some in the machine with his dirty socks, pjs and the dirty towels. He can't read yet so he just turned the knob until it got to a spot he liked and turned it on. Turns out he picked the stain fighting cycle, which takes over two hours.
I received help. And in another hour or so, I am going to have some super-clean towels!
4 comments:
I am trying so hard not to laugh...at least he was proactive!
He was! Guess he also gets tired of hearing me nag the older two--or feels left out that I'm not nagging him!
You can laugh! I am--now!
In fact, I didn't realize he put the other kids' uniform shirts in, as well! The shirts look great--they're ready for Monday--I might just let the 4yr old take over the laundry! (He's been asking but I've been telling him to wait. Shows how much I know!)
What a cute story! Wow!
Oh, my gosh, that actually made me laugh out loud! And it's impossible to be mad because, hey, he was trying to help. How cute - and, I know, maddening at the same time.
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