Thursday, 9 March 2017
I don't know what I was thinking
I've raised two children to young adulthood, and a third who is mere year away from officially, legally joining them. We've parented and trained and disciplined and talked and guided and shepherd these children through the past 21 years. Mostly they're really great people to hang out with, and certainly for everyone beyond our picket fence that is still totally and absolutely true.
But yesterday I blew a gasket.
I am tired of fighting with these people to have them do their dishes job after dinner. Totally and complete done with it. So yesterday, after asking one child to empty the dishwasher before they went out in the morning I ended up just doing it myself.
Me: Could you please do the dishwasher before you go?
Child: But Mum, I have to go, because I need to get in some hours at work and I have an appointment and I'm about to leave....
Me: What, you can't take 5 minutes before you go?
Child: No, because otherwise I'll miss out on time at work
Me: Fine. I'll do it myself.
Note: Child works for their Dad and when they go and how much time they spend there is very fluid. It's not a normal "start at this time" kind of job.
So I emptied the dishwasher. And refilled it. And cleaned the disgusting microwave that is above my head height, so I can't actually see in there or clean without standing on a chair. I did the dishes, and dried them and put them away. And the dish rack (no one seems to remember it has a place in a cupboard!). I wiped down the bench and put all the bits and pieces away. Then I decided I will just do the stupid dishes myself, for the rest of my life, and give up on arguing with all the people in my house.
Yesterday's episode came on the heels of another Child throwing a hissy fit because they didn't want to cook dinner. That child got to stamp off to their bedroom and I had to figure out cooking dinner. After I got home, so wasn't able to start dinner til after 6pm. I have been known to tell these people they are free to move out....
I wonder when I get to throw a hissy fit and just choose not to do things...and then have them magically be done for me?
For now. At least I have a clean kitchen.