Every year I try to head out shopping the day after Christmas to stock up on wrapping paper, decorations, and all that yummy food I can get half off. This year was no exception. The kids went with me this year since hubby had to work. I promised the kids that I would take them to the newly opened frozen yogurt shop afterwards, if they behaved. I figured that would be the trick to getting the shopping done and still enjoying this Christmas season. Apparently, I was wrong.
No matter how young or old you are, chores are just not fun. I do not know of anyone that cheers when they hear it is chore time, but the reality is that they do need to get done. With a family our size it takes everyone getting involved to help keep our house in order, or at least look presentable. Now this post is not about how to get your kids to do their chores. We can get into that another day. This is about why it is important to get your kids doing chores and how we can get past the dread of chores ourselves, so we can teach our kids.
Every year on Christmas Eve, after church, dinner, presents, and story reading, the kids all gather around the computer while we track Santa. Yes, I did say track Santa. We are able to see where in the world he is, live. This is an amazing motivator for the kids to get moving to bed much quicker. Which helps us parents out a TON with all that bottled up energy they seem to gather late on Christmas Eve.
See yesterday I was out for a special one-on-one shopping day with Devyn. When I got back James informed me that while I was gone Cody came down with a stomach bug. Poor kid, he really was not doing well. So I knew that today was going to involve lots of unpleasant laundry, applesauce, and no school. I had planned on getting ahead with posts for you all, so that when the Christmas break hit, there would still be some new reads waiting for you each morning. What I didn’t know was that most of the day was going to be spent without electricity.
Today was the day, finally. We had to postpone our library donation day because we misjudged when the library closes and missed them by about 15 minutes, earlier this week. We were all ready to have a great experience and see the joy in the librarian’s face as we handed over some much loved, great condition books. However, this experience was not quite what we had expected.
Most traditions have to do with one of two categories, either food or fun. This tradition doesn’t fall into either one of them. Puzzled? Well, one of our traditions is to take the photo that we used for our Christmas cards and frame it in a really cute Christmas frame. The Christmas picture frames I usually get the week after Christmas, when all the seasonal stuff is on sale. Each year we pull out our cute pictures and decorate the house with them.
I was all prepared to write about the kids awesome experience donating books to our local library, but that just isn’t going to happen tonight. When we were ready to head over, I found out that the library was closed. We had just missed them by about 15 minutes. Bummer!
Sometimes the simple things are the things that give us the most joy. Today was a great example of this; a special day for Cody and I. We were able to head out, just the two of us, for some much-needed one on one time. Cody came up to me a week ago asking for some money, so he could buy our family Christmas presents. He really felt bad that he didn’t have anything to give everyone. We talked about how hard money is to earn, and that if he really wanted to buy presents for everyone, he would have to earn the money, just like Dad does. He was all for it, just hesitant about how much he was going to have to work. […]
Yesterday, I talked about how many things have broke, don’t fit or can’t be found all within this past week. Well today was no exception. I was awakened to our youngest yelling at me to get up. It was really early for him to be up, so I asked him politely to stop yelling at me and tell me nicely what he needed. “There’s a fire!” I jumped up to see what was going on and then I saw it. Ah, my little one was at it again. He was trying so hard to be just like his big brother.
Cody came in earlier today, from doing chores outside, and mentioned to me that his winter boots really hurt his toes. Oh no, was my first thought, it can’t be. I just bought them at the end of last winter, 2 sizes bigger than he needed. But it was true. They are too small already, and this close to Christmas.