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Show Me the Money

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Chore list from age 5 – Notice no allowance listed!

As a child, I remember having some chores, but because I didn’t have to do my work alone, it never seemed to be a big ordeal.  Mom had taken the time to type a list for Lisa and me that we were expected to do in order to get a weekly allowance.  I don’t actually remember ever getting the allowance, even though there was a spot on the chore list to write down the amount owed.   Continue reading

The Go-To Kid

choresWhen I was young and living at home I was required to do a great number of chores around the house.

I have two siblings, one four years older than me and one five years younger than me.  It seemed that I was always the right candidate to impose most jobs onto.  Continue reading

She Can Do It all

She Can Do It All

This job list is from when I was about 11 years old.

Saturday mornings were for cleaning when I was a child. Mom worked in the morning and then went grocery shopping. Michelle and I were left at home to get our chores done.

I remember that my responsibilities not only included making my bed and cleaning my room, scrubbing sinks, and toilets, and vacuuming the house but also motivating my sister to get her jobs done as well.

THAT was the challenge! Continue reading

The Guilty One

choresBeing the youngest of three girls had benefits when it came to chores except for the guilt. I often felt guilty because Sandy seemed to be responsible for all the chores. If I wanted to help, I was either too little, too slow or I didn’t know how. My ability to feel guilt got overdeveloped. It never occurred to me that being five years younger than my sister did present challenges. Continue reading

My Wandering Mind

I have this habit of not focusing.  This results in not listening or reading instructions and I would like to correct this habit. 

Have you ever tried to sew an evening dress or skirt without reading the directions?  Well, I have done this and I must say it does work out, but not without a few problems that could have been eliminated had I read the instructions. Continue reading

That’s Attractive…NOT

That's attractive...NOT!I don’t know how or when I started chewing my fingernails, but I remember when I made myself stop. I was teaching. First Graders are germy, have runny noses, and are not overly concerned with restroom hygiene. I decided that biting my nails was unprofessional, juvenile, and just plain gross.

But where do you go with that nervous energy? Continue reading

Creating a Sense of Urgency

urgencyFrom the time I was very young, I’ve lacked a sense of urgency. I was often late for school, missed my ride to school, and had to walk home because I would put too many tasks into too short a period of time and I would run out of time before I ran out of tasks. Continue reading

Middle Child Syndrome

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Sandy and Kathy

I was the second born in a family of three girls.  This, of course, made me the dreaded “middle child”.  From experience and observing other families I can say the problems of the middle child seem to be true.

The first child in our family was my sister, Kathy.  She was born four years before me.  She was the first child, grandchild, and niece.  She seemed to be the favorite of everyone from my standpoint.  Then I came along.   I was told that since my parents already had a girl it would have been nice to have a boy.  Oh well, it didn’t turn out that way, but they adjusted.   I remember our home life being normal and pleasant.  My dad was in the service and I was two days old when he was deployed.  So, having no males around I didn’t like them very much.  I have been told that later in life I made up for that! Whatever that means!!!  Then it happened, another girl was born into our family five years later.  This now made me a middle child.   Continue reading

Big Sister Power

I remember the night that I became a big sister. Mom was at the hospital and dad took me to the PizzaVilla. He worked there on the weekends delivering pizzas. He ordered the two of us a large with a different topping on each slice. Standing below the counter, I remember him holding me up so I could approve his special order.

That was the beginning of my experience as the oldest child in our family. But being a big sister was important and “perks” came with the position! Continue reading