It’s a familiar scene. Everyone has a chore to do and we’re all working more or less happily. Somehow, little by little everyone pauses and a crowd forms to watch what Mom’s currently doing. I know, I know, it’s how they learn. But it’s so darn inefficient! Division of labor, people! I do what only I can do and you do what you can do. Together we’ll get it all done, simultaneously and quickly and then we can relax and enjoy something more fun.
Today I was getting fed up with all the spectating and I issued a new rule as I put some plastic wrap over a tray of chicken breasts marinating for the grill tonight. “If you decide to watch me instead of working, my job will become your job! I won’t have more than one person taken up by a simple job!”
A few minutes later, I was loading the dishwasher and caught Jireh at it again. “Fine, this is YOUR job!” I stopped what I was doing and stepped back to let her in, only to be met with a fit of giggles.
“Thanks, Mom! That’s what I was trying to get you to do. Now I don’t have to do laundry!”
Touche, Jireh. And what could I do but chuckle and take over her job of folding laundry as she finished up loading the dishwasher?
Guess I’d better plan these “punishments” a bit better in the future.