The Chore Chart (and other boring life news)
Claire is really good about doing chores 90% of the time. Say what you will about my parenting skills, but I think it’s important for kids to have a solid foundation of household tasks to do before they get to the age of “I DON’T WAAAAANT TO DO THAT!”
See, for now, it’s still fun. And I intend to keep it that way. But I needed to be more organized. So, today I created a chore chart that each day Claire and Luca will have to complete the daily tasks and put an x when they finish. There’s no reward given, just the knowledge that they’re awesome and get to remain in the family a little longer. They have a sense of accomplishment and that’s what I think is most important.
So what’s on the chore chart? Here’s Claire’s:
Read for 30 minutes: Every day
Practice taekwondo: Tue, Thurs, Sat
Make your bed: Every day
Dust: Mon, Wed, Fri, Sun
Vacuum: Tues, Thurs, Sat
Do your laundry: Wed, Sat
Pick up your room: Every day
Pick up your toys: every day
Collect your laundry: Wed, Sat
Book time for 30 minutes: every day (which is never a stretch for him)
Make your bed: every day
Yes. I make my five year old dust (which involves just the entertainment center and five minutes,) vacuum (which only includes two small area rugs, yet another five minutes) and yes, she does her own laundry. She loads up her basket, drags it to the basement, adds the soap, loads the washer, waits for it to finish. When it’s done, she transfers it to the dryer, adds a dryer sheet and sets the timer. When it’s done, she takes it out and puts the basket at the bottom of the stairs and I take it up to her room.
She folds her own laundry and puts it away, too.
No, I’m not a mean, demanding mother. But yes, she should have to do these things. It’s easy, simple and when all the laundry is put away, she feels so good.
So sue me. I make her do chores.
Getting Luca to do chores is a little more of a pull. He gets quickly frustrated with making his bed, but day after day, we chip away at it and he gets less and less frustrated. All he has is a comforter and two pillows. It’s not like I’m asking for much. But he’s three, so I am relatively patient with him. He loves gathering his laundry in baskets and helping Claire change loads. So there’s that.
What does Mae do during all of this? She makes a mess of building blocks or looks at her own books. But she doesn’t get to do anything loud or annoying when the kids are having their 30 minute book time. And I get to write a blog about it.
In other news, I’ve been sick since Saturday, but today I’m finally on the mend. It was pretty crappy there for a while, but what can you do? Stupid colds. There’s been a huge outbreak of influenza and while, yes, I still will always preach getting the flu shot, this year’s flu shot didn’t cover the strain that everyone is getting. The positive, though, if you did get the flu shot, and are then exposed to the flu, at least you’re getting a weakened strain because your body has some sort of immunity built up to it. It’s just a sibling virus that is out, so fear not flu shot receivers, you are covered somewhat. Just not 100%. So make sure you go get the vaccine! (And next year, and the next…)
I’ve also had some issues with what I believe to be my gallbladder, though the diagnosis has yet to be seen. I had this pain the last two pregnancies, but nothing to this scale. Frankly, it’s annoying now. It goes from the base of my ribs on the right side to my back (classic gallbladder signs) after I eat. And worse when I eat something fatty (yet another classic sign.) So, for now, I’m just watching my diet and tomorrow I have an ultrasound to see if it really is an angry gallbladder. But if it is, as I suspect, there’s nothing that can be done. Just make sure that I don’t piss it off too badly.
I’m looking at this to be positive, though. I mean, it’s a new year, and everyone’s trying to make all these positive changes to their bodies, and here I am, forced with not being allowed to eat chocolate, baked goods, anything fatty or fried. While pregnant. So cravings be damned, I just can’t do it. It seriously hurts enough that I’m willing to forgo cake.
Not to mention, it’ll do wonders for my weight gain. At the OB’s office today I didn’t gain a pound from the previous two weeks. And that was over the holidays. I’ll count that as a win. So whine and ache all you want, dear gallbladder, I will win.
Tomorrow I’ll find out if I’m being a baby or not. Here’s to hoping we find something definitive, because I’m over it.
And I hate being wrong.