Monday, July 26, 2010
"Who cares about the stupid lawn anyway?"
"When I get older I'm never going to make my kids do this!"
Fast forward a 20 years and here I am...
I'm now dragging my kids outside for the weekly trimming and pulling of weeds. Something funny happens when you grow up. You finally understand your parents. When you own your first home suddenly every single weed becomes an offense that needs to be plucked out. I want to keep this house looking new for as long as I can. I'm so proud of it because it's all mine.
So this week my kids sounded a little like a younger version of myself.
"Awww, we have to pull weeds again!"
"What's the big deal about weeds anyway?"
"It's so hot-- I need to go get a drink of water."
"I have to go potty."
(The Mister and I never enjoy silence and peace quite like we do when everyone is suppose to be working. They all manage to slip away and quietly hide so they won't draw any attention to themselves.)
"Are we almost done?"
...and so the generational torture continues on. In a few years they will be the parents assigning the chores. Ah, life-- what goes around comes around.
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