Nathaniel had a death wish
Oh Boy, I thought being a twelve-year-old budding pubescent pre teen GIRL was hard. Well obviously being a twelve-year-old budding pubescent pre teen BOY is even harder. For whatever reason at this age the boy species has no filter,which sets him up for near ass kickings multiple times a week. Yesterday was no exception. The exception however was the ass kicking almost came from his 10-year-old hormone filled sister.
***I am so not prepared for the next decade of teenagers in the house! Kids I can do,babies I can definitely do,toddlers I’ll do if I have to, but teenagers?Holy cow?I was a crappy teenager and I’m certain this is how God will get his revenge***
Yesterday was Kenna’s laundry day. I reminded her and she came back to tell me that Nathaniel’s laundry was still in the washing machine. I told her to tell him to switch it to the dryer. I heard her ask him nicely and then I heard Nathaniel’s reply,
“Why don’t you switch it…it’s more your job anyways you’re a girl.” I stopped dead in my tracks not believing I heard such sexist talk.Ok maybe it wasn’t THAT hard to believe coming from my oldest. Like I said he has NO FILTER what so ever. However in this household all chores are done by both sexes.
I watched while the two had a quick stare down in which I could see Kenna’s wheels turning. “Do I beat my brother now..or wait?”
I knew that look Kenna had in her eyes. To this day you tell me only boys can do something or it’s a women’s job to do something and most likely I’ll tell you why it isn’t only that way or I’ll go ahead and do it anyways to prove you wrong. Kenna had the same look.
I quickly broke up the impending brawl and sent them both on their ways. Laundry was forgotten about for a few hours till I reminded Kenna about it. She came back in and told me Nathaniel’s laundry was still in the washer. Exasperated I told him AGAIN to switch over the laundry.He then turned to me and said,
“I shouldn’t have to you or Kenna could do it.” (everyone in the house does their own laundry including my 6-year-old)
“Go do the laundry then go to bed Nathaniel,” I replied through gritted teeth.
“Now!It is neither mine nor your sisters job to do YOUR laundry just because we’re girls. You know better than that.”
He huffed off mumbling under his breath. I have no clue if the laundry got switched but if it didn’t it’s going directly on the floor this morning. I do know he went off to bed.
Really he should know better than to tell two very head strong girls that housework is their job only. The kid has a death wish. Maybe Santa will bring him a filter for Christmas.