Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Call me "Swifter", the human picker-upper

Every two weeks I get my house cleaned. I know... i'm spoiled. I don't even own a toilet brush anymore. I believe the Wicked Witch of the West is using my broom since hers was given to OZ.

The night before my fairy comes (Kristi, my housecleaner)I become the human swifter and pick everything up in my house so she doesn't have to. After she leaves, I sit down with a bottle of wine and imagine I don't have any kids for the rest of the day. If I could leave them at daycare overnight, I'd pack their sleeping bags that morning.

Why? Because the second they enter into my sanctuary, it's like inviting little tazmanian devils into my life. And their dad doesn't help much. Don't they see life is better when things are picked up. If you play with it, pick it up. If you eat with it, put it in the dishwasher. I end up spending my evenings picking everything back up.

My new rule for Sydney is that if she leaves it out, I'm taking it and putting it in the garage. Soon you won't have anything. Well, practically speaking, I do own all her worldly goods.

Do you think I should extend that rule to my husband? Not so sure... he'll see the 2 pairs of shoes I left in the living room and give me a look like, "I'll start doing as you ask, the second you are able to make those shoes disappear."

Tsk tsk Tsk... don't you know honey... I'm GOD... I am the master of this house and all it stands for!!! My messes are sacred marks upon our lives... they make us stronger. Your messes make my life a living hell.

And if I'm not happy... well, you get the picture.

1 comment:

Shel said...

Dissappearing toys worked well on Savannah. It's now part of her morning routine - clear the table and clean her room. And generally she keeps out only one 'work' at a time - except when we have guests.

It occasionally works on husbands... Um, dear, do you know where I put my...? I realize I left it out for a few days. But mostly, husbands remind you where all of your stash piles are... you know the little spaces that don't bother you, but he won't go near.

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