Daily Diary: More Responsibility Means Less Work For Me
I’m not trying to be a hero anymore. I’m sorry but it’s true. I work full time even though I stay at home. I know it’s confusing for most strangers I meet. Even though I am inside my house – I still put in 7 hours in front of my computer screen… all while taking care of three kids. My husband is home too THANK GOD and he helps a LOT. I would be institutionalized if he didn’t. But, it’s just too much… especially after baby number 3.
So, Natalie is 10 now. That’s old enough to take on some REAL housework. Yes, tidying up her room is nice and all. But I need her to chop up some veggies for dinner and to keep an eye on my chicken while it’s sautéing as I change that dirty diaper.
And you know what? SHE LOVES IT.
She LOVES it when I ask her to make the family salad. She LOVES it when I ask her to peel a potato or a carrot. It’s the MOST AMAZING THING EVER. I’m not torturing her. I’m empowering her!
Liam too! He loves to work with both of us in the kitchen and he does so like a trooper. I need the two of them – I really do. After so many hours using my brain, my body begins to fail me. But I can’t plop down on the couch and veg out in front of the TV like I did 20 years ago. OH HOW I MISS MY TEENAGE YEARS!! There’s no time for that now. There are mouths to feed – literally.
I don’t want my children to grow up. I love the stage we are in. If I could freeze time, I would potty train Caleb and then press the button. This is it – the best moment of motherhood. I could have honest and raw but innocent conversation with my older two and I can snuggle up with my baby all day long. It’s everything I ever wanted.
Growing up, I wasn’t allowed to help out at ALL. My grandmother didn’t trust me to touch a THING – even in my 20s. I used to BEG her to let me do my own laundry because she never read any of the labels. I lost so many articles of clothing because she just didn’t care. I actually used to HIDE my clothes around my room so I could try to clean them. SHE WOULD FIND THEM. I don’t want my kids to grow up like me – crippled. I want them to know their way around a house. I want them to be a part of a unit and feel both the responsibility and the reward of participation.
So far so good! I’ll get back to you when she hits 13. 🙂