I grew up learning responsibilities. I had to have homework completed (correctly. no half ass shit), before I could watch tv or play video games. If the washer finished, I put the clothes in the dryer. When the dryer finished, I laid the clothes out on a chair, until I learned how to fold properly.
I learned how to get shit done.
When moms got home from the grocery, out to the garage I went to help bring bags indoors. I didn’t hesitate.
I stacked fire wood. Hell, all three of us kids had our own wheelbarrow or lawn cart. I cut grass. If mom rode the mower, I did trim with the push mower. I weed eated. Weekly and sometimes bi-weekly cuz mom is nuts about lawn care. I cut the neighbor’s yard for an entire summer, just to rake in enough $$cash$$ monies to purchase a tv for my room. Age 12. Hardest summer of my life.
I learned to bake and cook, because my mother kept me involved in the kitchen. Sure, there were days I hung out In front of the tv until she called me to the table, but overall, I helped in the kitchen.
Us kids set the dining room table every night. We said grace. We ate. We cleared the table. We washed the dishes, one dried and put away right there on the spot.
We had Saturday morning chores. Vacuuming and dusting were for the older two, while I got paid a quarter for dusting the heat units (hot water baseboard heat. Quickest thing dad could throw in the house, as he dealt with the cancer).
We raked leaves in the fall. We shoveled snow in winter. We pruned/weeded the flower beds come spring. We all worked in the garden come summer.
This people, is called installing a strong work ethic in your children.
They need responsibilities in order to become responsible, dependable adults.
My children will not fail at life. They will not be lazy ass adults that can’t figure out their ass from a hole in the ground.
My babies WILL NOT BE PERMITTED TO MARRY OR PROCREATE with individuals that know nothing about life, housework, or cooking.
Be parents. Be adults and get shit done right to ensure an actual FUTURE.