When I first met Hubby, one of the things that immediately impressed me about him was that he was incredibly self-sufficient. He cooked. He cleaned. He grocery-shopped. He ironed. He vacuumed. *swoon*
He apparently had been well-trained. By his mother.
I want that for my boyz as well.
But in the gogogo! rush of our everyday lives, sometimes it's just quicker and easier for me to do things myself.
Eldest is 9 years old. It's time. Heck, it's PAST time that I begin my Jedi Domesticity Training on him.
Lately, when he asks for something in the kitchen (because old habits are hard to break and he's 9 and a boy and lazy and I've always done it in the past for him), whether it's a snack or a drink or breakfast, the rule is that he must fend for himself.
By the time I came downstairs this morning, he had already made himself and Middle bowls of cereal. And poured the milk. Without spilling.
Last night, I was doing laundry. Instead of sorting, folding and putting away all the boyz' clothes by myself, I instructed Eldest to gather all his clean clothes from the pile and put them on his bed.
It was time.
Time for a lesson in clothes-folding and putting-away.
And wouldn't you know? "Rainman" totally got into it. Even going so far as to empty alllll his dresser drawers to re-fold, re-sort and re-put away everything.
Holy crap. Why didn't I think of this sooner!
Up next? Toilet Cleaning 101. DEFINITELY.
What ages are your children and what are their household responsibilities? Why do I feel like I'm totally behind with this?