I loathe laundry. I just do. I don’t know what it is about it, but I just can’t bring myself to do it until we absolutely need it done. I think it has more to do with the folding rather than the actual cleaning. Don’t get me started on dishes. Can’t stand those either.
I say all that to bring up the fact that I make my kids do the laundry. I do, and I’m not ashamed to say it. Yes, the picture above is of the Duchess “helping” mama do her laundry. She was basically throwing her clothes all over the floor but I didn’t deter her from doing so. The same was done with Sonny when he was little. He “helped” mama in the same way, and now, he loves to help with the laundry. He even puts his bed clothes in the washer every sunday because he knows that’s what we do.
Why would I take the time out to get my kids into mundane chores such as the laundry? Yes, in the back of my mind I’d love to live a housewife style like Peggy Bundy and eat bon bons all day in my kitten heels while someone else does the housework but that’s not my reasoning behind it. I want to start the idea of chores, allowance and responsibility off at an early age. Before I know it, Sonny will be asking for money to spend on video games, candy and all over crap that kids waste money on. I want him to see that if you put in some work, you’ll get some reward in return. But in the same aspect, I want them to see that some work can be enjoyable, even the mundane tasks. I also don’t want my kids to think that the only way they’ll be able to save up coinage is to wait for their teeth to fall out. The tooth fairy can only give you so much for those chicklet chompers.
So, this is what we do. Coax the kids to do our work for us and make it seem like a positive part of their daily life. Now if I could only get my husband to do the dishes(correctly), I’d be set for life.