Meanwhile my success story (Jack) actually asked me if he could do chores last night. It's that time of the year again--when his school collects cans of food to donate to the local food bank. His class this year devised various ways that the kids can help out in order to earn money or the rejects from your cupboard. We try to do a little of each: de-canning (sorry chick peas!) and shopping (hello chili!). In order to help out last night Jack fed the dogs. It's his favorite chore (probably because it's the only one that gives him an audience). Now this sounds very simple, but he has managed to turn it into a multi-step process that includes him conveying the kibble into the two dishes in a rather convoluted manner and usually picking up a great deal of dropped kibble and plunking that, piece by piece, into the respective dishes. Luckily the dogs are not impressed with MERE DRY FOOD so they just watch this process instead of knocking him down and eating their dinner like most other dogs in the Universe would. (Silver lining people, silver lining.)
Thursday, November 5, 2009
How Can I Keep From Working?
The date is looming...the go-back-to-work-date. The re-engage-your-brain-date. Ugh. x500. It's not that I don't like my job, I really do love it, but when you have a tiny young infant, you feel like keeping that needy being alive is your job. Mostly because it consumes 140% of your waking (and sleeping) life. So the thought of trying to cram anything else into my constant vigil against this child being hungry/wet/poopy-loop, just seems impossible. And exhausting.
Meanwhile my success story (Jack) actually asked me if he could do chores last night. It's that time of the year again--when his school collects cans of food to donate to the local food bank. His class this year devised various ways that the kids can help out in order to earn money or the rejects from your cupboard. We try to do a little of each: de-canning (sorry chick peas!) and shopping (hello chili!). In order to help out last night Jack fed the dogs. It's his favorite chore (probably because it's the only one that gives him an audience). Now this sounds very simple, but he has managed to turn it into a multi-step process that includes him conveying the kibble into the two dishes in a rather convoluted manner and usually picking up a great deal of dropped kibble and plunking that, piece by piece, into the respective dishes. Luckily the dogs are not impressed with MERE DRY FOOD so they just watch this process instead of knocking him down and eating their dinner like most other dogs in the Universe would. (Silver lining people, silver lining.)
Meanwhile my success story (Jack) actually asked me if he could do chores last night. It's that time of the year again--when his school collects cans of food to donate to the local food bank. His class this year devised various ways that the kids can help out in order to earn money or the rejects from your cupboard. We try to do a little of each: de-canning (sorry chick peas!) and shopping (hello chili!). In order to help out last night Jack fed the dogs. It's his favorite chore (probably because it's the only one that gives him an audience). Now this sounds very simple, but he has managed to turn it into a multi-step process that includes him conveying the kibble into the two dishes in a rather convoluted manner and usually picking up a great deal of dropped kibble and plunking that, piece by piece, into the respective dishes. Luckily the dogs are not impressed with MERE DRY FOOD so they just watch this process instead of knocking him down and eating their dinner like most other dogs in the Universe would. (Silver lining people, silver lining.)
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