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| This is much prettier than what my kids get. Crafty I'm not. | 
In my never-ending quest to be the "perfect" mom, I keep trying new motivational challenges to inspire my children to actually do
 the chores they have been assigned. I've tried lists. I've tried lists 
with points. I've tried websites. I've tried charts with checkboxes. 
I've tried charts with checkboxes in sheet protectors to use with dry 
erase markers. I've tried simplifying and fancifying. I've tried the 
magnet board with jobs they just move over when they're done (similar to
 the photo, only much, much simpler. Just a magnet board and 
words-- my kids are way too old for pictures to be effective). I've 
tried attaching chores to money. I've tried discussions and letting them
 share their input. I've tried end-of-the-week prizes. I've tried 
everything.
What works? None of those things. Our 
household has never really been one of rigid schedules and 
drill-sergeant control. I've also never been much of a "helicopter" 
parent- hovering and supervising my kids to death. I haven't taught them
 to really "manage" their time (they get so much of that at school that I figure home can be less scheduled). But I still have kids with decent to 
amazing grades (all their own work). And I still have well-behaved kids. And they do mostly get their chores done. The 
main requirement at our house is that chores are done before video games
 or TV is turned on, so the boys do theirs. My daughter is another 
story-- her chores only get done if someone actually walks along with 
her, pointing things out. She lives on another planet. I used to live 
there, too, so I totally understand. It's a day-dreamy, 
imaginative place, and I do feel bad drawing her out of it to do boring 
chores, but I worry that I'm raising a slob who won't be good at keeping
 house. Like... well, like me.
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| By golly, I'm a good mom after all. Thanks, random sign. | 
So what to do? I tend to just nag and nag until we're
 all tired, or I just ignore it and later I get upset that the 
electronic toys are all in use, but the house is still what I consider a
 mess. I can't seem to find a balance. Part of the problem is that I'm 
not here much anymore. Now that I work full time (and I know I talk 
about that a lot, as if it's a problem. Because it IS...) I'm not here 
to check and make sure the jobs are done before the iPod comes out or 
the TV goes on. They're on the honor system. And I don't want to start 
taking stuff away to force them into compliance. 
I need a so-called "natural" 
consequence. I'm considering not saying a word about chores for a full 
week. Maybe I won't do any, either. If my husband could stand it. We 
could see just how bad the house gets if no one is reminded or coerced 
or otherwise convinced to do chores, laundry, dishes, etc. Of course, 
that would be VERY hard to recover from. And would require more effort 
from me than just the daily nagging. Hmm...
Maybe what I
 need to do is come home from work fully expecting to have to gather the 
children around for a quick house-tidy-pickup and kitchen-job review 
each night. It wouldn't have to be miserable... just consistent.
Which
 is probably my entire problem. I'm inconsistent. Sometimes I'm so tired
 I just don't care about the house and other times it makes me crazy. 
Hormones fluctuate, moods shift, fatigue ebbs and flows and everything 
else is affected.
I don't want robot children, though. Nor do I want rebels. I have to find balance...
Time
 for another Family Home Evening conversation about sharing the 
housework responsibilities, I suppose. Maybe I could just ask them to 
list what work needs to be done and then they could decide who will do 
what... hmm...  
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| I thought this was just beautiful. | 
If
 only my children could wiggle their noses or wave their wands and march
 all their belongings back to their proper places. Of course, then their
 noses would be "too tired" or their wands would be misplaced and the 
house would still look a bit cluttered, a bit dusty and a lot lived in.
 
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