With all of the kids home for summer vacation, the number of cups around the kitchen have gotten out of hand. When you have to run the dishwasher twice a day, it's time to get crafty.
My kids are at the point where they are sick and tired of being together. The summer started with backyard pool parties and sleepovers in the living room. After only a couple weeks of quality togetherness, the fighting had begun. Nothing a little ice cream can't handle.
I took a few minutes and thought about what was most important (to me) to have the kids accomplish on a daily basis. Of course, chores was on the top of my list, but I also wanted the kids to read, do something healthy, help cook, etc.
This summer, we're taking the dependence out of independence.
My daughter decided to have a timed bake-off between my mom, my two sisters, and myself. The challenge was to recreate Cupcake Jemma's Unicorn Cupcake; the prize was a cute chef's hat (that was lovingly decorated), and of course, bragging rights.
My younger boys shower in my bathroom, where the towel racks are adult-sized. Naturally, the towels end up on the floor. Oh yes.... the floor, my kids can reach.
WordPress prompt of the day: Tantrum Child 1: *drops garment off the hanger and proceeds to drag it across the floor* Child 2: Stop it! You’re getting that shirt all dirty! I just washed that!! Stupid! Child 1: (Walking away) You’re stupid. Child 2: No, you’re stupid! Child 1: (Still walking away) You’re stupider. Child
Number 7, like most preschoolers, still has trouble understanding that 4 ounces of water in a short, fat container is still 4 ounces of water when it is in a taller, skinnier container. And that 2 chips broken into crumbs, are still 2 chips. #learning2count
When my husband didn't pick up "my" mental and physical load, I felt like he was telling me that these tasks were beneath him. I didn't get a free night out; I only postponed the work I would have had to do anyway. As a "bonus", it's my fault because I didn't tell
My daughters brought up dinner to my husband and I, who were enjoying a few minutes of free time. Dinner was actually left-overs, so all the girls had to do was warm up a couple of bowls of chili. Our dinner was delivered with a playful comment, “This is not the proper use of children.”