But not just any type of manual labor...the type of manual labor I despise. Pulling weeds.
With the weather becoming warmer, it's time for us to get our garden ready for summer veggies and fruits. The thought of clearing all the weeds literally made me groan.
So I waited for the spawn to misbehave...because I knew they would.
And then I sentenced them to an hour of clearing weeds out of the garden.
Win/win....wouldn't you say?
2) I let my kids eat rice krispy treats for dinner one night.
The Friday before Easter, we invited some friends over for a playdate...to dye Easter eggs and make rice krispy treats. The kids participated for....oh, about 5 minutes. And then promptly left my friend, Wendy, and I in the kitchen to finish the job.
A little back story here...another friend, Ann, had actually suggested this playdate, saying, "I thought it would be fun to get the kids together and decorate rice krispy treats!"
And then she added, "Wouldn't it be so cute to shape the treats into Easter eggs?"
So I volunteered my house and we each agreed that we'd make a batch of the treats ahead of time and then let the kids decorate them while on the playdate. I spent 45 minutes that morning making rice krispy treats and shoving them into plastic eggs to make the egg-shaped treats, which was fun for maybe the first 2 minutes.
That day, Ann told me she couldn't make it because she had a sick family member in the hospital.
Wendy and I carried on the playdate without her, even though we were bummed she couldn't be there.
You see, out of the three of us, Ann's the crafty one. She makes the most adorable cookies and cakes, she can take a plain t-shirt and turn it into the most precious decorated shirt you've ever seen and she comes up with perfectly delicious recipes (and her kids actually EAT the food!).
This is the same friend whose children didn't make a peep at our 9-child torturous photo session.
So....Wendy and I helped the kids dye eggs. The kids were disappointed to see their choices of colors....poop brown, rusty salmon, bright orange, something that was supposed to be a nice shade of aqua but looked more like burnt seaweed and some other nasty color that resembled puke.
They each dyed maybe 2 eggs and then ran off into the backyard to help Tim set up our new trampoline, much to his dismay. I could tell he wasn't thrilled about having these little helpers in his way but Wendy and I were just relieved to have them out of our hair.
In an attempt to be helpful, I warned them, at one point, "Guys, stay out of Daddy's way". But I don't think they heard me....probably because it was an inaudible whisper.
Then we moved on to decorating the rice krispy eggs. I melted the white chocolate in the microwave, only to actually overcook it by accident. Neither of us had a clue what to do so we just kept cooking it in 1-minute intervals, thinking that eventually it would soften up. Even adding shortening to it didn't help.
Wendy and I....well, we're not exactly Martha Freakin' Stewart. Cakes? I can make those, no problem. But ask me to decorate rice krispy treats and apparently all my baking expertise goes out the window, along with my ability to keep pee in my bladder while coughing.
So we took knives and tried our best to smooth the overcooked chocolate onto the eggs and then smeared them with sprinkles and m&m's. We thought they would pass for edible and that the kids would think they were adorable....until they walked in and stared at the treats, as if they had just discovered freshly-smeared roadkill.
They asked, "What are those?"
"Uh, they're rice krispy treats", I explained.
They just kind of shrugged their shoulders and asked if they could have one.
One turned into three. And then three turned into five. Next thing I knew, they were under the trampoline stuffing their faces with God knows how many treats. I guess pretty doesn't matter when you're under 6 years old and in desperate need of sugar.
However, Wendy's son stood next to Tim, never budging to leave his side, repeatedly saying, "Hey Tim, can I help you? Tim, I want to help. Can I help you, Tim? Hey Tim, I want to help."
Since it was Friday and past 5:00 pm, neither Wendy nor I intervened because technically we were off the clock....and stuffing our faces with poorly-crafted rice krispy treats. The only thing that might have made it completely perfect was some chilled wine, with a side of Xanex.
By the time I put the kids to bed at 8:00 pm, I realized they had never had dinner.
Well, unless you count rice krispy treats.
It could've been worse. They could've had NO dinner at all.
Now, that would have been a real shame.
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