Hello and welcome to a foggy Saturday here at the Wannaskan Almanac. Today is September 17th.
I have a running joke with kids: "Who takes out the garbage?" I yell across the house. "Nobody!" they yell back. "That's my middle name!" I counter. Hardy-har-har.
Well, now, it actually is nobody.
As I transition to a new work life that includes a boss (instead of clients), an office (that isn't in my home), and working hours that are fixed (instead of what works for my schedule), the home side of life has completely shifted. Who cooks dinner? Who does the laundry? Who feeds the cats?
Well, it used to be me. Yes, kids did contribute to the running of the household, but looking back - that hindsight is 20/20 thing - I can now see just how many times I cleaned up, picked up, and organized everyone anyway. And what my perfect vision sees is that I did it A LOT.
I'm one month into the new job, two weeks into the new school year, and hubby is out of the country installing and painting windows and doors for family in the Czech Republic. Life as we knew it has gone completely out the window. Our family routine is, well, what family routine?!
Kids have stepped up their game. Bigly.
On the first day of school, the 5th Grader was out to the kitchen first slicing the apples, followed by the WAKWIR* who did the carrots. I was so nervous about getting to work on time, I nearly forgot to make the peanut butter & jelly sandwiches. (I had managed to make a hot oatmeal breakfast early, so two parent points for that win.)
While dad's away, it's been a bit of a free-for-all, i.e. cereal for breakfast, snack, and dinner. I managed to cook one meal last Sunday that has done leftovers duty all week, propped up with fresh salad every night. A friend of mine has a fixed Friday Pizza night - and now I understand why.
Kids are learning to take care of the cats without my prompting and are looking out for each other. The laundry? Well, Rome wasn't built in a day, eh?
Last night, I said to the kids, "Ack! My blog post! What am I going to do?"
No joke, I offered the WAKWIR a hundred bucks (as in $100 cash) to write the blog post for me. I owed him some backpay anyway for past blog posts, so I figured it was a reasonable sum. (Who am I kidding? It was a rationalization that correlated with the desperation I felt.)
The 5th Grader piped up,."I'll do it for $50!"
The WAKWIR reminded his sister that the blog post starting pay was $1 a paragraph. This is true and is also how I got him to keep writing for me occasionally (and when I was less desperate) after the novelty of blogging wore off.
We haggled, bartered, and negotiated until we landed on an agreement: A dollar a paragraph it would be.
She went to work.
What follows is her blogging debut.
The Things My Little Brother Does to Me
- by Lucie Hruba, aka the 5th grader!!The day I cleaned my own room it felt great. But when school started, Antonin kept leaving his clothes on the floor and I had to keep cleaning up after him. I always clean my room because if my room is clean, I am happy. But when my room is messy, I am mad because I have to pick up after Antonin!!! I keep telling Antonin to pick up his clothes, but he is like: "No, I am not going to do it." So I do it. I pick up his garbage and other stuff.
When Antonin says no, I cry. Mom and David (who both let me do the blog post!) are powerful which means they can boss Antonin around to be helpful. But when I do it he never listens to me! Every time I see something on the floor, I yell, "Antonin! Clean up your stuff!" and he completely ignores me. I always cry because Antonin never listens to me. I always had the dream to have my own room because no little brother wakes you up at 3:00 in the morning just to go downstairs to sleep with mom and dad.
Even after school, after one bowl of cereal, he's like: "I am going to watch TV." When I say no, he watches TV anyway, and then I watch TV with him even though I know mom won't like it. When I ask Antonin for toilet paper, he is like: "No. Get it yourself." I kept yelling at him until he got me the toilet paper. When I ask Antonin to do anything, he always says, "NO! NO! NO!!!" When mom comes home to tell Antonin to do his homework, I say, "I told you to do your homework before mom came home." He does his homework angrily at night after dinner.
Antonin always wants stuff that other people have, like electronics, which means phones, tablets, PS4, virtual reality devices, TVs, etc. He wants a phone so he can play games, call people, and text people. I have a flip phone because I asked Dad to have the green, useless flip phone that doesn't even have service! David has a PS4. He lets us play Minecraft on it. When Antonin is mad at me he tries to kill me in Minecraft. Another way that Antonin shows he is mad on Minecraft is by saving and quitting when he doesn't want to play anymore. I still want to play Minecraft, but I can't because I don’t know how to get back on Minecraft without David's help.
That's it for this week!! It was fun typing with you!!
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Historic Highlights (credits)
Happy Birthday to You!🎶
Remembering You
Kim
*Wannaskan Almanac Kid Writer-in-Residence
Great job, Lucie!
ReplyDeleteExcellent writing, Lucy. I enjoyed your story very much. I’m sure many older siblings can relate.
ReplyDelete700 words, Miss Lucie! I think you should negotiate with your mom for $$ for number of words. Great job. I had a younger brother, and we were always arguing. I guess I was both mean to him and loving - depended on my mood, I suppose. Love from CatherineS
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