Just before his karate lesson last week J.T. informed me that my "job" was in danger. The conversation went something like this:
"Okay, Mom. If you don't have these cheetoh stains washed out of my shirt, my toys picked up and something for me to eat when I get back, you're gonna be fired."
I stood at the stove, cooking, took just a very few moments to let this sink in and said: "Okay." No laundry to do, no school lunches to prepare, no beds to be made, no refereeing of arguments, no cooking. Sounds like a pretty good deal to me! The salary kind of sucks anyway. In fact, I think I may be paying for the privilege of working here.
Rob puts a quick halt to this exchange by saying: "You better re-hire her quick. I'm not doing it all by myself!"
So, I've now been reluctantly re-hired. I decided I needed the benefits after all.
1 year ago