Have vs. Want

I've gotten so much done the last few days. I've spent a ton of time on the yard, mowing and edging. I've planted my garden and even installed an irrigation system. (I know. I'm so excited!!!) I planted a tree. Me - myself! I dug the hole and everything. It was a beautiful hole. I'm kicking myself for not taking a picture of it. And I planted 12 plants along the back of the house this morning, which might not sound like a lot, but I had to move 6" of decorative rocks for each hole. It took a while. Oh, and I had to deal with a flustered ant colony for one of those holes. That was fun.

My point is, I'm not afraid to work.

But this morning, right before the bus came, Josh came back into the house and exclaimed "My backpack is so heavy!"

Then he proceeded to dump the contents of his backpack right into the middle of the living room floor.

He then rushed out to meet the bus.

I was sitting on the couch for all of this. So shocked I just sat there and didn't say a word.

What. The. What?!

Who does that?

My child, that's who.

It wasn't that big of a pile. I could have picked it up and put it all away in about 60 seconds. It was not a lot of work. But I just couldn't bring myself to do it. 

I didn't want to. 

There's a big difference between working hard at something because you want to and working hard because you have to. And this little chore would have definitely been a have to.

So it sat there all day, mocking me, until Josh got home from school and he was promptly told that he needed to put that stuff away, whether he wanted to or not.