Unfortch, Bloggy is not really into letting me attach files to him. I guess he doesn't want the commitment? Otherwise I would put a blank chore chart into this blog for all the mothers out there who have pocket-protector-pajama-wearing Teds in their homes. (Really, we all need one.)
Ah, okay I took a screenshot. Sometimes, I really like myself.
Hmm Okay that is STILL not great but a magnifying glass can do wonders, and it makes you look like Sherlock Holmes. But see, the chore chart is not where it ENDS, believe it or not. It ends with the CHECKLISTS. Oh yeah. For the chores... here we go
So like when these guys get home? They are handed slips with their checklist and they have an egg timer set and it is like one hour for chores, do it. That's five points. Sometimes ten. And I don't have to REPEAT myself cause I am just like its on the checklist. And most of the time it is done, but if not, then I pick up the slack.
So basically I am running a little sweatshop of life. The American Way.
Oh Em Gee I keep forgetting to beg everyone to donate. Do it. Do it now, or suffer the consequences. (I'll come up with those later.)



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