I know. You would think that I would have this chore thing nailed by now, but truth be told it's a thorn in my side. A big. Massive. Thorn. The problem is that my kids don't listen to me. I'm always talking, talking, talking, and it's as if my voice is on mute. What's wrong with my kids that they don't love to do the chores on their super cute chore charts? I love checking things off my list, it's the best feeling ev-AH, so what's wrong with my kids? Maybe the chore charts aren't pretty enough? Maybe they're tired of the tokens? Maybe I need to be more enthusiastic? Maybe I don't pay them enough? Maybe my kids are brats? Whatever the reason, I'm always changing up the girls' chore system, trying to find that one magic bullet that will solve all my problems. The truth is, I don't think there is one perfect system that will always work. I think most things work for awhile. And then one day they don't. It sucks. Either way, here I am again. Changing it up. This new system is pretty basic. I just created lists in Microsoft Excel and printed each day on a different color of card stock. The idea is that by having each day on its own card, the list isn't overwhelming, and the girls will be able to get through them quickly. In theory. Maybe not so true for Miss Dawdle Pants, aka Stinkerbell. The little snot who put the grouchy face next to "Help Mom Clean House." Which, by the way, was my sneaky way of putting 6,042 check list items on one line. I think she knows. Heh, heh, heh. You will never be done with your chores. Nev-AH! The chore cards hang by magnetic hooks on the refrigerator. I can always tell whether the girls have done their chores or not by which day is showing. All it takes is one look, and if the chore card hasn't been flipped, I know they haven't done them. The funny thing is that they have no idea that's how I know whether they've been done. My kids are so naive, they think I have cameras mounted in every room of the house and that I'm spying on them. I like it that way, so I don't deny it. Please don't rat me out. They don't read my blog, so as long as I can trust you, we're good. This is Zoe Bug making breakfast for us last weekend. Peanut Head taught her how to make pancakes, and they're quite delicious. I could get used to this.