I realized having kids isn’t always cleaning up after a herd of elephants who like to change and/or remove clothes multiple times a day. It can also be training a small, helpful human to do all of my most-hated chores. Or letting me get a moment to myself while someone else cleans up after me.
EB loves to help. She can’t help helping. Here are all of the ways I’m breaking child labor laws aka teaching my 2.75 year old toddler to do chores.
Soon A2 will be up in there, doing instead of undoing and undoing and undoing all of my hard work. Don’t look so surprised, girl, I’m going to teach you that folding laundry is the new thing all the kids are doing. Oh, you can’t help looking surprised? All the time? You’re amazed by every facet of the world? That’s cool, too.
Sidenote: I know, I’ve been gone for the longest ever. I sent back my computer to get fixed part deux and just couldn’t bring myself to type on a touch-screen and took the opportunity to get un-addicted to WP. I followed so many people (and your amazing stories, DER), felt the need to comment on all of them, and it became homework instead of funtimes. And then there was the little thing of my actual family and how I spent some portion of the day documenting life instead of fully experiencing it, then missing out on more when I spent hours catching up with you wonderful people. So I’ll get back into blogging at a more manageable level.
Bonus sidenote: I will be upping my hours at work starting next week and am loving life, albeit enjoying a decidedly busier schedule. Being gainfully employed is the most delicious challenge to my brain and I’m hoping that this seasonal position goes further than the festival in March eventually. But I’ll take what I can get. Thank goodness Eebs is getting on these chores to take the load of me since I’m finally pulling my weight around here. Should a toddler get an allowance for her hard work? For the college fund, obvs.