Well Begun is Half Done
I found this in one of Hazel's many notebooks the other day. It is great for so many reasons. Firstly, I am wondering where this money is that we're getting. I feel like most of us are not pulling our weight in that department. But the funniest part about this short essay, is that she thinks we work hard together. We do NOT work hard together. In fact, this very weekend I swore that if Jed did not take over the supervision of children working I'd give up forever.
It actually started well. Usually their jobs consist of picking up toys and cleaning windows (which always turns into an awesome waste of Windex). I decided to switch the jobs up a little bit, because I couldn't fight my usual 45 minute fight with Parley on how putting cars into a box is actually not hard. So, like my mother in days gone by, I filled up a bowl with soapy water, and showed them the food stained wall and greasy finger-printed cupboards to wash off. The soapy water was intriguing, and Hazel actually declared, "Oh, Parley! I love this job! I did it at Grandma Clark's on the chairs!" Parley always claims the same attitude as Hazel, so things were off to a good start. I wish I would have started a timer, because it wasn't a full minute later that Hazel was crying about how hard her job was.
Me: "Hazel, you just told me you love this job."
Hazel: "I actually do love this job, but cupboards are just SO hard!"
Me: "Really? Is it that hard to wipe off that cupboard door?"
Hazel: crying, grunting, dramatically wiping.
Julian wandered around dunking the drying towels into the soapy water and dripping them across my newly-mopped floor. While Parley, clearly oblivious to Hazels dramatics (or he would have known it was time to change his tune) actually wiped the wall without complaint.
I eventually moved Hazel over to the wall with Parley and tackled those terribly hard cupboards alone. While she wiped the wall she continued to cry, "Mom! The cupboards are just SO hard!"
Let me assert once again: we do not work hard together.
Although they do a fine job, as she mentions, at getting food. And then wiping it on the walls and cupboards.