A couple of weeks ago I got home (back to the condo rental) with a carload of groceries.
I actually got my kids to help me carry stuff up the flight of stairs, multiple trips of *help* at that.
I can't tell y'all how great that felt. For years (6=!) I've been responsible for EVERY SINGLE ITEM THAT NEEDED TO BE TOTED TO AND FROM: the diaper bag, cooler, library books, wet paint artwork, half-consumed drinks, wet towels, sleeping kids, baby carriers, shopping bags, etc. I only have 5 freakin' arms!
They're still kinda small - they can't open the heavy, sticky doors yet. They aren't aware or obedient enough to avoid puddles, ice, and mud before walking into my immaculate house. They aren't trustworthy enough to open car doors (my son, on his Mom's watch, dinged a BMW or something!)....and heck, my daughter can't even unbuckle her car-seat belt completely yet.
Most of y'all have *corporate* BS to deal with (diversity training, boss a$$-kissing, dress standards, contemptible colleagues...), well, this type domestic tedium has been my personal analogue.
Henceforth I'm very much looking forward to only carrying a *fraction* of the groceries in.
And I can't wait until they can make their own beds, do their own laundry, and prepare their own meals!
I know the kids' road to self-sufficiency is brutally long and slow...
BUT I started them early. The following clip of the Prince is from 4.25 years ago: