
I'm sorry but this isn't another addition to Shmickelhimer, it is a story about when I got chores. You can see on my "life graph," I got my first chore at age 9. The chore was to wash the windows of the house every other day. I had a sign off sheet that I marked every time I did the chore. My mom would check the list every week and if I washed the windows all of the days I got three dollars. If I missed three or more I didn't get payed. My older sister got chores before me, and watching her do them made me want them. I looked fun to make money.(Later I realized it wasn't worth it. My sister even tried to warn me but I didn't listen.) I got them near the end of the summer. I woke up that morning and went down to my mom and asked for the cleaning products. I got right to work, copying the techniques my mom had shown me the night before. It was fun for the first weak, then it got boring. Next it got annoying because I wanted to do something else, but was forced to do my chores first.
I still to this day have chores, though they are different and the pay is better, it still sucks. I now have to do all of the dishes, and care for the chickens and rabbits. I get payed five dollars and can only miss four. I have to do them every day!