Work, Work, Work.

So today around 4pm my neighbor across the street called and asked if I would take her daughter to volleyball at the middle school. Her other daughter was sick and she didn't want to leave her.

So I took her down at 5pm and picked her up at 8pm. Well she was 15 min late getting out, so we waited in the car. You would have thought I had wild animals fighting in the car the way my children were acting. I was so upset! So when we got home I made them pull all the weeds in my front yard (it looked good when we were done about 8:45 but it was a little dark, so we will see how good they did in the morning).

When we got home, they took a bath and came down stairs to watch the rest of our movie (I said about 15 min, because it was really late). A friend of mine called about 5 min into the movie, so I asked the kids if we could finish it tomorrow and if they could tuck themselves into bed, because I really needed to talk to this friend. I get crying and stomping and fighting all the way up the stairs. After I was off the phone I could still hear them playing upstairs, so I made them all come down and I gave them work to do. Logan cleaned the hallway and did a load of laundry. Kellsie folded laundry and cleaned off the kitchen table. And Jakob cleaned up the Laundry room and wiped down counters.

I just put them to bed and it is 11:21pm. Hopefully I wore them out with work, so they will sleep in tomorrow. I told them if they kept it up tomorrow they would have more work than just their normal chores. But I hold out hope. This was the first hard day we really had since school let out and it only started around 8pm.

I just have to say with all the extra work I gave them tonight, they didn't complain at all. I told them how proud of them I was for keeping a good attitude while they worked.

My siblings and I were all raised to work hard and I hope I raise my kids the same way. I love them and I want the best for them, but I also want them to work for it.