Extraordinary Minimum Effort - my new term for SS16
DH and I both worked yesterday. SS16 and SS12 were home all day.
DH asked SS16 to shovel; we got about 4 inches of snow.
DH is on the phone with me last night when he pulls into our driveway. DH’s tone changed, so I asked him what’s wrong…
SS16 shoveled 2 tracks “tire paths” from the street to the garage.
DH was steamed but SS16 had already left for his part-time job.
DH starts bitching but I shut him down. I told DH you have no to blame but yourself for SS16’s extraordinary minimum effort. When DH asked me what that was supposed to mean I said well when you practically give the boys a gold medal each time they flush the toilet, set the table, do dishes or put their clothes in their hampers, they expect tons of praise for minimum effort. Basically the SKIDS do the minimum and expect the maximum in return.
DH replies: Just wait SS16’ll figure it out, he’ll see what it’s like in a few years when he’s on his own. (excuses, excuses...)
Fast forward to later that night...
SS16 got home and DH asked what’s with his crappy shoveling. SS16 says (with a snarky grin on his face), “I lost track of time (translation playing video games was way more important) and at least you could get your car in.”
DH stood there silent. So I jumped in and said in my sweetest voice, “Oh SS16 thank you so much for putting in the minimum effort. I’m sure your dad enjoyed snowplowing BEFORE he made you and SS12 dinner.”
SS16 just stood there staring at us. I walked away.