tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867031730743967442.post9160579428373822631..comments2024-02-27T21:11:10.535-06:00Comments on The Hurricane Report: TITUS 2-S DAY - FAMILY CHORESCamillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10036194567800082159noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867031730743967442.post-79878373907889005512010-05-16T17:19:48.415-05:002010-05-16T17:19:48.415-05:00Baseboards should be banned. I had the same job, ...Baseboards should be banned. I had the same job, Tracy. I think I had it for 17 years, weekly. Maybe I was not officially given the chore until I learned to crawl.<br /><br />Over the years I have always noticed the chores pinwheel on the fridge at Camille's and felt a tinge of jealousy. All my chores charts and pinwheels had been ignored. My family seems to be particularly resistant to learning shared responsibility for our household care. Still, this column has inspired me to renew my effort to recruit children to do daily chores. Until this morning, the response was positive...from my own children and even my husband.<br /><br />What is it with naysayers???? After church this morning, I mentioned having posted a new chores pinwheel, having had a training session with the children Saturday with plans to begin implementing the plan Monday. Immediately, the 2 ladies I was speaking to pounced. My plan was too complicated. It was unfair to the children that would do a good job. It would not teach excellent housekeeping habits. Change the chores on the list. Change how they are to be assigned. Change how they are taught. Change the schedule...<br /><br />I was actually grateful for an interruption that extracted me from the circle of nags, er, I mean friends. I felt like I had been showered with disappointing news, the news that my latest effort is doomed to fail.<br /><br />How disappointing! How discouraging! What ever happened to offering an encouraging word? Do I have a discouragement magnet built into my forehead? With friends like this, do I need enemies?<br /><br />Thank you, Camille, for making an effort to post blog entries that are uplifting and encouraging.Suzannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14084273151697734199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867031730743967442.post-77014321197338275862010-05-13T10:18:20.223-05:002010-05-13T10:18:20.223-05:00My job when I was a child was to dust the baseboar...My job when I was a child was to dust the baseboards. I was given this job because I was the youngest and the smallest. To this day I hate cleaning the baseboards.tracyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05230466856183474463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867031730743967442.post-27848720149324252292010-05-11T22:00:08.661-05:002010-05-11T22:00:08.661-05:00I remember the stickers! Reuben was shorter than t...I remember the stickers! Reuben was shorter than the washing machine, so he had to climb up on top of one of those huge 10gallon pickle buckets (what happened to ours??) and drop items of clothing into the abyss.<br /><br />He did a great job even so :Demilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17954337162259703693noreply@blogger.com