It happened

When I was a kid I had to do chores. I wasn't one of the lucky kids that got paid an allowance, I just had to do them. When my siblings and myself would ask our parents about allowances my dad would same something to the effect of "Sure I'll pay you an allowance when you start helping with the bills and paying rent." Great dad, not exactly what I was hoping for. Anyway, we had our usual chores and then there would be those Saturdays, you know the ones when your parents decide to do a full overhaul of the house. Suddenly instead of doing your usual sweeping, mopping, dusting, dishes, laundry etc. routine you are now cleaning the gutters, organizing the attic or washing windows. Ah, the good ol' days. I remember clearly one Saturday while cleaning the windows (inside and out) thinking how much I didn't want to be cleaning windows. When I complained to my parents about NOT wanting to clean windows they simply replied that when I grew up, moved out and had my own place then I didn't have to clean my windows if I didn't want to. They also told me that when I had my own kids I could then make them do it, as they were doing to me. I remember thinking "I'll never make my kids do labor like this!" There is a major problem with my logic at that tender age...if I don't clean the windows and I don't make my kids do it...it doesn't get done. I know, I know shocking!

While cleaning today I noticed that the windows in the front of the house were, um filthy. So I grabbed my cleaning supplies and began cleaning the windows. As I moved my equipment outside to get that side clean I heard myself say "I can't wait for the kids to get old enough to clean the windows!" Gasp! Did I just say that? Am I turning into my parents?! Oh dear... You bet I am! After all I've done for these kids they better know that their day is coming! Hopefully my parents won't read this and they will never know that I had to come to that moment when I had to admit (to myself) that sometimes, just sometimes they were right and I ate my words.

On to something else. I feel lost in translation. Ever felt that way? I always think of things to blog about when I am busy doing other things, like let's say for example...cleaning the windows. I have this great dialogue in my head that often makes me chuckle out loud. Then I sit down at the computer to write about it and it doesn't come out nearly as funny as it was in my head. I think it's partly due to the fact that when I am cleaning the windows my children are nowhere to be found but when I sit down at the computer they come out of the wood-works to annoy, er I mean talk to me. Ask me the important questions in life like, "Why can't I have a popsicle instead of a sandwich for lunch?" It has to be this, otherwise it would mean that I am not as funny as I think and who wants to own that?!