I seem to remember as a kid, always having chores to do. You didn't dare argue about it, you just did them. And, you had better do them right! My dad was a bigger perfectionist than me, so you got used to having your work corrected. Maybe that's where I get it from! :) There was one time, and I don't know why, I decided to refinish all the kitchen cabinets. I know, not the usual thing that a teenager thinks of doing. But anyway, they had gotten to the point where the varnish was sticky and they always looked dirty. I took all the doors off and started stripping them. Of course I had no idea what I was doing and when my father came home from work he started correcting everything. So I said "Fine, you do it." He really had no choice, I had already gone too far.
Wife, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Nurse, Grandmother, Friend...that's me in a nutshell!