Slave Labor & Selective Hearing Loss
One of the unexpected benefits of the economic slowdown (meltdown?) is that my over-privileged children are having to do a little work around here.
Not to say that we haven’t always expected certain chores of them. They do their own laundry, and clean their own rooms (yeah, right. What that means is that MOM DOESN’T.)
And, since I’m the one who cooks dinner every night, they’re the ones who clean up.
Other chores get assigned according to my McDonald’s system (first come, first served, and if they complain, they get the next five chores, absolutely FREE!).
We have been luckier than most people in this downturn. There’s no real chance that hubby will lose his job, since he’s self-employed.
But, since the market dropped to 1/3 of its previous value, wiping out our college funds just as another heads off on that magical adventure, a few things have changed around here. Most notably, a lot of the things that once were taken care of by experts in their fields are now being assigned to teenage boys.
I am not opposed to slave labor. I believe, firmly, that children should be introduced to the workforce at as early an age as possible, mostly so they’ll stop whining, “It’s not fair!”
So, my kids are now mowing the lawn, mulching the beds, replacing lost plants, and trimming hedges. (Dad didn’t have a problem with handing the Grouch a chain saw and sending him out to trim tree limbs. I almost had a heart attack. But he returned, all of his limbs intact, and the tree’s limbs in a neat pile.)
The only downside to all of this is that I find myself repeating more than usual.
Now, every mother knows about selective hearing loss. It is evinced by both children and husbands.
Husbands use it to avoid unexciting social engagements:
“You didn’t tell me that!”
“Of course I did. Last Tuesday, right after you commented on my new haircut, and before you read the stock market news and started screaming.”
“No, you didn’t. And I made arrangements to go to the basketball game with Joe.”
The children use it to make chores as painful for you as they are for them, hoping that you will eventually give up and do it yourself.
It’s almost passive-aggressive behavior. Not quite. But really close. (To TRULY appreciate passive-aggressive behavior, have a conversation with a college student about money).
The following is an actual transcript of a conversation I had with Stretch today, while he was supposed to be cleaning up their rec room.
Me: Get some paper towels, clean out the dog’s crate with Windex, then get the vacuum, vacuum the rug, and then run it around the baseboards. Then get all the furniture out, and we’ll wash the floor.
Ten minutes later:
Me: Did you clean out the dog’s crate?
Stretch: I couldn’t find the windex.
Ten minute later, he pushes the dog crate out of the way.
Me: Did you vacuum the rug?
Stretch: You didn’t tell me to vacuum the rug.
Ten minutes later:
Me: Did you vacuum the baseboards?
Stretch: Was I supposed to?
Ten minutes later:
Stretch: Okay, I’m ready to wash the floor.
Me: Then why is all the furniture still in the room?
An hour later, after the floor was washed:
Me: Okay, Stretch, now put the room back together.
Two hours later, I see the room, with the furniture still stacked in the hallway.
Sound familiar? I can’t tell you how many times I have ALMOST broken down and just done it myself.
With the Engineer, the whole process was so new, that he had me fooled. I took him to get his hearing tested. The examiner laughed, and said, “We call this ’selective hearing loss.’ It’s confined to the exact register of the mother’s voice.”
Hah, hah. Funny guy, I thought.
Not really believing, I took the Grouch to get his hearing tested, at about the same age. Same answer.
The Goth and Stretch could be stone-deaf for all I know. I’m not going to get laughed at again.
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11 Comments
AmyAnne
Tuesday, 24th March 2009 at 1:01 pm
Hahaha…I did take my almost 10 y/o to get her hearing checked! I was like, seriously? She’s not deaf? Then I took her to get her eyes checked because I thought maybe she couldn’t see well and that was affecting her balance causing her to slam into her sister every time she walked past her in the hall. That was really just so I could tell her no excuse would work – I had covered my bases damnit!
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AmyAnne
Tuesday, 24th March 2009 at 1:07 pm
A friend of mine says she doesn’t have her kids do chores because when she does she ends up having to be treated for “repetition stress syndrome” via xanax or alcohol therapy.
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themother
Tuesday, 24th March 2009 at 1:27 pm
“Repetition Stress Syndrome”??? I LOVE that. Can I use it? PLEASE?
The Lawyer Mom
Tuesday, 24th March 2009 at 7:19 pm
I’m laughing. The selective hearing loss. That was totally me. My mom had me tested when I was around nine. Damn. I was so busted.
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Helene
Tuesday, 24th March 2009 at 11:27 pm
The McDonald’s system….I love that!! My 4-yr old son already has selective hearing…and I’m really bad about just breaking down and doing it myself, which I know is HORRIBLE. I just get tired of hearing my own voice repeat the same things over and over….
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Cindi
Wednesday, 25th March 2009 at 6:55 am
Selective hearing? I think a have a spouse who hears OK but chooses to make it sound like ’selective’ purposely. Like I’m the one who didn’t get it right. And then says ‘I’ didn’t listen. Just to drive me nuts.
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The Dental Maven
Wednesday, 25th March 2009 at 7:43 am
When I was 10 I was certain my parents had kids because we were cheaper than servants.
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veronica lee
Wednesday, 25th March 2009 at 9:28 pm
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Mommadosey
Thursday, 26th March 2009 at 9:16 am
hahaha…so frustrating isn’t it? And I totally have Repetition Stress Syndrome. However, I find my nightly glass of wine a perfect cure. Keep those kids workin’!
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Wendy
Saturday, 28th March 2009 at 9:42 am
Keep at it! The other day I read a post by a mom whose son, same age as mine, decapitated his Toy Story Woody doll.
Cowboy’s Woody doll is in MINT condition. Because he had to earn that toy (and the accompanying Buzz) one dollar at a time while we filled out a block chart. Coloring in the blocks one at a time until he had earned 30 blocks ($30) for the two toys.
He was 4 when he did this. I don’t think he specifically remembers scooping 4 tons of Saint Bernard poop to earn that toy, but somewhere in his subconscious he knows: TAKE CARE OF THIS TOY. IT’S HARD TO COME BY.
(And no jokes about the Woody being hard to get…..)
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themother
Saturday, 28th March 2009 at 9:46 am
Now, would I joke about a thing like that?