Around our house we do JOBS, not CHORES. I find that names carry a lot of significance. It’s better be employed in a job than a chore. One implies importance and meaning; the other implies drudgery.
But doggy pick-up truly is a chore. Notice the improvised gas mask.
Running the electric blower is the favorite outdoor job. It’s loud for little ears, so Mark chooses his red ear protection and he’s ready to go.
Here’s the list of the jobs the kids do on Saturdays:
bedrooms: change sheets, clean, dust, and vacuum
help clean bathrooms
vacuum and dust family and living rooms
help with dishes
dust mop the hallways
clean, dust, and vacuum school room
clean up patio and lawn areas
help in the garden or other outdoor tasks
doggy clean up (we usually pay 10 cents per… you know)
wash windows
put away laundry
fold towels or help with socks
One of Richard’s coworkers gave him a Wii because she felt sorry for us, the only family on the planet without computer games. It is not something we planned on purchasing, but we decided that since we have one, we will let the kids play it one day per week (Saturdays) after the jobs are finished.
I hope the Wii doesn’t take over our lives.
I worry that it will.
I really don’t like the Wii.