I Have a Condition

When I was little, my brother and sisters used to trick me into doing their chores by saying things like, "George, I bet you can't empty the dishwasher in a commercial break." To which I would reply, "Can so!", and they would tell me I was too little and too slow to do it. So I would go and empty the dishwasher super fast, just to show them! Oh, little Georgina...

 

Now I am living proof that these kinds of 'games' have a lasting impact. Yesterday, after dinner, we saw a dog in the courtyard in front of our house, and of course Elizabeth went crazy  for it. So she and Matthew went out to play - I had decided to sit on the couch and read my magazine instead. But then, as soon as they left, I thought, "I could probably do the dishes while they're out there, and just get them done." And then halfway through the dishes, I thought, "I bet I can finish the dishes, and take the garbages out before they're back." And then I had my realization that these kinds of 'beat the clock' games with myself are a complete product of my siblings' trickery, and it all culminated with, "I bet I can finish the dishes, take the garbages out, and blog about this realization before they come back."

Turns out, I did finish the dishes, but not the garbages or the blogging. So instead, I'm blogging now, and getting it all done before my hard boiled eggs are done.