PMS and other stuff...
Do you remember being a teenager and resenting that your mom made you do so many chores, while she sat around eating bonbons and watched Tv?
I remember distinctly telling that to my grandmother one day**... that it made me mad that we had to do dishes while my mom sat around watching TV. My grandmother wise and kind, said, "Don't judge her entire day, based on 1 hour of sitting down." I didn't see it right away, but over time, I realized she rarely sat down at all, the whole. day. long.
That old addage "what goes around, comes around" is seriously biting me in the butt today.
My pms'ing-still-sick-but-finally-starting-to-feel-better child was irritated when we were writing down this upcoming month's new chore list. She moaned and groaned about the chores she chose from the chore bucket. Picking at little things people were saying...sighing and grumbling... then she said it.
"Well, what do you do all day?"
Ordinarily--I'd bite. Take the bait. Fight her for what she said.
But instead, I said:
"I sit around eating bon-bons while I have my slaves wait on me hand and foot. Incidently, my water's low, so be a dear and fill it up for me. Oh, and can you bring me more of that caramel popcorn I made last night."
Point made.
I cannot wait until she calls or emails me someday that she can't believe she thought I did nothing all day long.
Sweetrevenge er, reward without even having to try--You can't beat that.
I remember distinctly telling that to my grandmother one day**... that it made me mad that we had to do dishes while my mom sat around watching TV. My grandmother wise and kind, said, "Don't judge her entire day, based on 1 hour of sitting down." I didn't see it right away, but over time, I realized she rarely sat down at all, the whole. day. long.
That old addage "what goes around, comes around" is seriously biting me in the butt today.
My pms'ing-still-sick-but-finally-starting-to-feel-better child was irritated when we were writing down this upcoming month's new chore list. She moaned and groaned about the chores she chose from the chore bucket. Picking at little things people were saying...sighing and grumbling... then she said it.
"Well, what do you do all day?"
Ordinarily--I'd bite. Take the bait. Fight her for what she said.
But instead, I said:
"I sit around eating bon-bons while I have my slaves wait on me hand and foot. Incidently, my water's low, so be a dear and fill it up for me. Oh, and can you bring me more of that caramel popcorn I made last night."
Point made.
I cannot wait until she calls or emails me someday that she can't believe she thought I did nothing all day long.
Sweet
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