The Children Were Nestled...

...by the fireplace.  There's a chill in the air and I can't help but enjoy each sunshine-y day.  Well, it certainly seems as if I'm in a good mood - and I am; I think.  On what feels like day one hundred and seventy six thousand and two of our recently integrated schedule, there was no fighting.  There were a couple of smarty pants remarks but there was no fighting. 

I painstakingly ensured that everyone had the same amount of chores each day as well as the same amount each week.  Miss. Me looks at the schedule today and says "Why do I have to unload the dishwasher four times a week?"  I was calm, though I admit, slightly paranoid because I made the schedule almost a month ago and I was worried she had found some obscene unfairness within that I had missed.

"Well," I said (after I counted them up) "you could have dishwasher duty only twice a week if you did it all by yourself but you have four because there are two of you to share it..." I was prepared for a "I'd rather do it by myself and only have two days a week" or something of the sort that would require me to redo the entire schedule but I got a surprise.  She just said "Ohhhh, right;" and proceeded to unload her half of the dishwasher. 

They did homework.  Again, with some slight complaint but everyone settled down and did it.  Miss. Me, again, asked "Why do I have to use that book? It doesn't even make any sense!" It's a grade 5-6 Summer Bridge book I picked up and never made them do over the summer.  "You have to do it because unless you bring something from school, you will use this." I replied, oh so calmly, still.  "Well I'll just bring my own stuff home then." Came the uppity reply.  Huh.  Well, you just go ahead and show me who's boss baby.

I would calculate this as a win but I think I'm still in shock; and tomorrow is a new day of course.