Weekend Chores

Saturday mornings are usually spent undoing the damage done during the week. In other words, we clean the house. In order to divide the weekend tasks fairly, we write them down on bits of paper and take turns pulling them out of a box. Today, Rich initiated the ritual by jotting down each job and preparing them for picking. Rich is notorious for making every event, including housework, fun and interesting, so I expected a few surprises. Sure enough, the first tasks plucked from the box included "lick the bird feeder" and "feed the giraffe," which I did using a bucket of corn flakes from the pantry.

Why was there a bucket of corn flakes in the pantry? Only Jack can answer that question, since he's the one we found sitting next to it this morning, along with an empty cereal box and a large pile of flakes on the floor that had apparently missed their mark in the bucket dumping.  Then, distracted by the camera, I wasn't aware of the fistful of flakes Jack shoved into my mouth until it was too late. Maybe the bucket of corn flakes was intended for mom-feeding all along. After all, Jack HAS witnessed the amount of food I can consume at a time.



I thought these tasks were the extend of the silliness and that the real house cleaning could begin, until I pulled out "punch self in the face," followed by at least 5 minutes of contemplation over whether I would in fact prefer to punch myself in the face or clean the kitchen, which was the task Rich offered to trade me for it. In the end, I made the trade because although punching myself seemed preferable at the time, it was also less productive. By midday, the house was cleaned, the fake animals fed and the family thoroughly entertained. Well done us.