I made a schedule for the girls for kitchen duty. They each have their assigned days. My days of dish washing are over - I brought three daughters into this world so that they could take over this chore for me. Oh how I hate to wash dishes!
This past week they've been fighting among each other and I have been hearing raised voices: 'You left dishes from yesterday!' and 'Those coffee mugs are from last night!' and 'Someone put the tagine pan in the fridge instead of washing it! That scrap of chicken is NOT a leftover!' And then I noticed that someone had removed the duty schedule that was posted on the refrigerator. Everyone was claiming it was not their day. 'Who is kitchen today?' I asked. Of course all three of them replied 'Not me!'
This evening I went to the supermarket and when I got home they all rushed out to help me unload the car. Not because they like unloading the groceries, but because they all wanted first dibs on the junk food. But guess what? I didn't buy any junk food! And while they were all pushing and shoving each other to see what was in the bags, I quietly left the kitchen and locked the door behind me. I'm not letting them out until the kitchen is clean.
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