I was very hopeful that she wouldn't. When her older sister was acting all whacked out all the time, she would look at me and ask "do I HAVE to become a teenager" with a sad, kind of forlorn look. To which I would reply Hell No! Please don't.
But alas, the inevitable has happened. She has become lazy and surly and all whacked out all the time.
Her only 2 chores: mowing the lawn, and doing the dishes. And she would get paid for it, it's not like she was treated like an indentured servant or anything. And we do have a dishwasher, so she wasn't expected to, like, drag them down to the river and beat them on rocks to get them clean, or anything.
With the dishes the intervals in between the loadings got longer and longer. She wouldn't unload the clean dishes and would wait until they ended up mostly being used, before she would put away the cup or two that was left. By this time there would be so many dishes piled in the sink and on the counter, waiting to be loaded that the kitchen, and occasionally the whole house, would become, um, aromatic.
Then the mowing went downhill. It started with only mowing the front yard and not the back yard. Then skipping a couple of weeks, so the front yard looked REALY bad. Then finally mowing the front yard, and again, not the back. So by now, the back yard is looking a tad bit jungleish. Not quite Romancing The Stone Jack and Joan hacking their way through with a machete, but still.
So what did I spend Memorial Day doing? Washing dishes and mowing the lawn.
Remind me again why I thought having kids was a good idea?
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