Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Could kid training be like husband training?

Well, last weekend was the first relatively quiet weekend in what seemed like a long while. For a change, I was not working from dusk till dawn. Lynley even slowed down a bit which was nice as it reduced the guilt I know I would feel with her spending every waking moment of the weekend doing chores around the house. I know, I know, how compassionate of me.

It is true, though. I feel guilty if I take more than a 15 minute break for lunch on the weekends. In my case, I blame Lynley. She works too hard. And, because she works so hard I feel guilty if I don't. Isn't that weird. I guess through 15 years of marriage she has finally trained me. Darn. I didn't even see it happening.

It is funny though. The kids feel no such guilt. In fact, they throw a fit every time they have to go with us to the grocery store or put their laundry in the hamper. In their minds, a weekend that includes anything but playing on the Wii, building legos, or playing in the yard is a form of child abuse. In their mind, any work is a violation of child labor law. For some reason, they think it is their God given right and they deserve to play every waking moment of the weekend. I just don't understand where they get that.

How did I evolve? How does Lynley keep me from being the fat lazy husband I want to be deep down inside? How did she make me into a grown up?

Perhaps this is a case where I need to be getting her advice.

It seems she knows how to light the fire of purpose.

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