We’ve been working a lot lately with getting our four year old to start helping a bit more. This means general things. You know, cleaning up toys, putting away laundry, wiping his own butt, the normal things.
The problem is…he doesn’t want to do anything besides play. Or maybe that’s not a problem and I’m just a hard core mom.
Anyways, the other night I told him he needed to have his toys cleaned up. I told him I’d help him after I finished cleaning the kitchen. He sat his tush on the couch and just….chilled.
“Fireman, get up and clean your toys, please.”
He does not move.
“Mom, I’m working on relaxing.”
I do not move. What in the world am I supposed to say to that?? Great? Good for you? Get off your ass right now or else??
Instead, I opt for, “By the time I get back from putting B to bed you better start getting these toys put away. You have five minutes.” I walk away sure that this time the little turd will follow through.
I go through the motions of B’s bedtime. Brush his teeth, change his diaper, rub him down with lotion, put his jammies on, read him a story, sing him a song, and put him in bed. Of course, as I do this I listen to hear the progress in the front room and then I daydream about the day someone will brush my teeth, rub me down with lotion, put my jammies on….but I don’t want to be in diapers….then again...maybe I do. I kiss B and walk out to the front room.
And there he is sitting on the couch sucking his freaking thumb.
“Fireman! Why aren’t you cleaning???”
“I’m working on relaxing, Mom.”
“I appreciate that, but you can relax after you finish cleaning. C’mon…I’ll help you, but you have to get up now.”
And then it happened. I caught a glimpse of my future fourteen year old son (God willing he’s not sucking his thumb then!). I saw a smelly teenager vegging on my couch not wanting to do any of his chores. Yes, I caught this devastating bit, but I was stabbed in the heart when he looked up at me and said…
“Mom, I’m working on relaxing. You go ahead and get started.”
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I’m officially in trouble. Let’s hope he gets the smart-assedness out of his system now and his teenage years are easy as pie.
I wonder where he learned it from.