What's a 'house rule' you thought was annoying or hated as a child

Jazzy1

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What's a 'house rule' you thought was annoying or hated as a child, but you swear by now as an adult?

One of my answers would be: Doing all dishes and putting the kitchen in order before going to bed. No matter how tired I am. It makes mornings SO much easier and more relaxing, getting the day started with a clean slate instead of having to look at last night's dirty dishes sitting there in the sink.
 

Wiping down the tub surround and cleaning the tub after a shower or bath.

These days it’s an automatic part of my routine but I still hear the voices.

“Oh honey, I'm your parent not your friend. I discipline you because I don't want to be known as the little d-bags mother at the PTO meetings.”
 

My parents' house rules were......
Buy nothing unless it's on sale.
Always buy the store brand.
Leaving the electric light on when you weren't in the room could result in me landing up in an orphanage.
Do NOT touch the sacred thermostat.
When TVs had channel dials, turning it rapidly meant getting yelled at.
Do not sit close to the TV, it will ruin my eyes, but when mom & dad sat on the couch, it was ok to lay on the floor in front of the TV.
 
Jazzy1 said:
What's a 'house rule' you thought was annoying or hated as a child, but you swear by now as an adult?

One of my answers would be: Doing all dishes and putting the kitchen in order before going to bed. No matter how tired I am. It makes mornings SO much easier and more relaxing, getting the day started with a clean slate instead of having to look at last night's dirty dishes sitting there in the sink.
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Same here. BUT it took me years to realize the benefits and stop rebelling.
 
I had to do do all the kitchen work like getting certain foods started before my mother got home from work. She would finish it but if something took time cooking I had to start it. I had to set the table. I didn't mind that stuff but...........I hated washing dishes. My brother did not have to do any of that work. Just mow the lawn and we lived in FL with mostly sand so not much of hard job in my opinion. So washing dishes was always my job. I used to get mad at my mother and would grumble that she only had me so I could wash the dishes.
 
katlupe said:
I had to do do all the kitchen work like getting certain foods started before my mother got home from work. She would finish it but if something took time cooking I had to start it. I had to set the table. I didn't mind that stuff but...........I hated washing dishes. My brother did not have to do any of that work. Just mow the lawn and we lived in FL with mostly sand so not much of hard job in my opinion. So washing dishes was always my job. I used to get mad at my mother and would grumble that she only had me so I could wash the dishes.
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Same similar... I had to do the dishes... every night no exceptions... but my brother never had to.. his job was just to put the bin out once a week for the bin men to empty...

My sister 3 years younger did very little and the one almost 8 years younger nothing at all....
 
I washed dishes while brother always had to go to bathroom, and never returned until he thought were air dried... but I had to put those up to. Not to make much noise,as dad must have had PTSD after the war.
That is all I can remember. My dad would peck you on the head hard with a finger if you messed up something or doing something he did not like.
 
I was always on kitchen duty and didn’t have a problem with it.

My sister was responsible for cleaning, the areas closest to the television always sparkled because she spent most of her time watching soap operas.

We each did our own laundry and took care of our rooms.

I was always happy to do my chores and stay beneath the radar. It enabled me to pretty much do as I pleased.

My sister always made a constant fuss and attracted my parents attention, which was also a huge help to me. 😉🤭😂
 
None! Ours was "clean your plate before you leave the table" and that included things like Liver & Onions!!!!

I did NOT torture my children as I was traumatized as a child. I didn't feed them junk, mind you - but as long as they tried to eat something, I didn't force them to sit at the table for HOURS - like my mother did to me.

Thank GOD we had a dog is all I'm going to say.
 
CaliS said:
None! Ours was "clean your plate before you leave the table" and that included things like Liver & Onions!!!!

I did NOT torture my children as I was traumatized as a child. I didn't feed them junk, mind you - but as long as they tried to eat something, I didn't force them to sit at the table for HOURS - like my mother did to me.

Thank GOD we had a dog is all I'm going to say.
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Similar to some of what I went through. The two hardest to abide by were: No talking at the dinner table! and Don't Do Anything that Makes a Noise, Don't You Know I Had a Hard Day at Work?! I'd forget and say something at the dinner table and being clumsy, I was always making a noise. Made me nervous all the time.
 
officerripley said:
Similar to some of what I went through. The two hardest to abide by were: No talking at the dinner table! and Don't Do Anything that Makes a Noise, Don't You Know I Had a Hard Day at Work?! I'd forget and say something at the dinner table and being clumsy, I was always making a noise. Made me nervous all the time.
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We also weren’t allowed to talk at the dinner table but my parents were. It made for very tense mealtimes.,
 
CaliS said:
None! Ours was "clean your plate before you leave the table" and that included things like Liver & Onions!!!!

I did NOT torture my children as I was traumatized as a child. I didn't feed them junk, mind you - but as long as they tried to eat something, I didn't force them to sit at the table for HOURS - like my mother did to me.

Thank GOD we had a dog is all I'm going to say.
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I couldn't eat Beef Live ever, never today, even the smell starts me retching.
 
papa tiger said:
I couldn't eat Beef Live ever, never today, even the smell starts me retching.
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I'm the same with stew... stewed beef... It was horrible....it was grey, tough, and I hated it, could never eat it.. so I'd get a hiding, and it would be served up to me for breakfast before school.. stone cold with the thick layer of cold grease on the top, and I was expected to eat it..or face another hiding, but I never could eat it...

To this day the very smell of stewed beef cooking makes me want to retch !
 

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