Making kids work.

Sometimes I'm too lazy, other times, I can get loads of things done around here. 2 days ago, I was just sitting in front of the computer, reading a blog and crying at the same time (too much a sad story!) and getting NOTHING done at all, but still with dinner served promptly. But I did hug my kids several hundred times that day, thanking God for their pink of health.

And then another day I was up and about the whole day, mopping the floor, cleaning, tidying, ironing, cooking a storm and slept like a baby. Wow! It's a feat, really!

Today, I made the kids to clean up their own desks finally. It was getting messier by the second and I can't tolerate that any longer. I had done it up for them every time it reaches and goes beyond my tolerance level, but I believe they NEVER appreciate that and NEVER know how to keep it tidy and clean.

SO, I told them to take everything on the desks down, clean it up with a nice piece of rag and segregate their books and stuffs accordingly. Those irrelevant items need to go and nothing else should be on their desks except schoolbooks, tuition books and stationery. It's looking much Much MUCH better now. *wipe sweat*

In fact, it's a good exercise that I think I ought to keep up, like once a fortnight. Then they will learn to move things around here. The last thing I want to see when they grow up is being totally useless bums who rely on someone else to do the dirty job for them. Yeah, unless they bring in a lot of money to pay someone else to do it for them. It's a different story entirely then.

Since moving in, they learned to keep their own folded laundry in their respective shelves, wash their own plates, and during weekends, MY plates and utensils too. Some days, they are made to help out around. And of course, every night they have to pack their own bags and do their school work. I'm not checking daily, but doing spotchecks once in awhile.

Not perfect here, but well, we are progressing.