The Fate of the Sticks!
Hi everyone! I’m back! What do you think of the new look?
I had a great Christmas and wonderful New Year. How about you?
I’ve got a bunch more to tell you about, pictures to share, etc. But, one day at a time, folks!
My favorite project over the past month was a big hit, and I couldn’t wait to share it with you. JD and I hosted my parents and uncle for a few days prior to Christmas. We were eating in most nights, and I wanted a way to kind of, er, control the chaos of four helpful adults, especially during meal times. I thought back to when I was a Girl Scout at Scoutshire Woods, and at meals, we chose our “chores” by picking a wooden stick out of a cup. If it can work for the Girl Scouts, why wouldn’t it work for middle-aged family members?
I made five sticks of pre-meal and post-meal duties. Each person chose their stick by putting the can on top of their head and grabbing their assignment. Each stick was different. Pre-meal duties:
Obviously, pre-meal, I chose my own black button stick since I was orchestrating most of the meals. Post-meal chores:
The only rule was that each person had to abide by the “fate of the sticks”… there was no putting back something you didn’t want. If you could convince someone to trade with you, that was ok. (My mom loves putting away leftovers and decided to trade with my dad after a meal when she got “dishwasher” and he got the “leftover” one.) But you couldn’t put your stick back.
Even when my dad got “Free” twice in a row pre- and post-meal one night, we all just laughed and did our own chores… the fate of the sticks was in effect! Much like in life when you don’t always get what you want, you just had to deal with the stick you chose. (I can see this being an effective tool with children and husbands too!)
Of course, this didn’t stop two rascals that shall remain nameless (hint: I am married to one and the other is my mother) who decided to make their own sticks to throw in. It was Christmas, after all, and they both wanted to open presents. So my mom dug through my craft table to find the package of extra wooden sticks to make her own. But, JD just decided to eat a popsicle and use that stained-red stick as an alternative, regardless of the big size difference!
When I noticed the “new” chore sticks, we all shared quite a laugh.
For a small amount of effort, this do-it-yourself sanity-saver was an awesome way to control the madness and question-asking in the kitchen. Best of all, it was a great ice-breaker and a lot of laughs.