One thing that I think is only fair; I clean up my own mess.
It’s what I was taught as a child, what I am trying to teach my children. So if
I make the mess, I clean it up. If YOU
make the mess…
It’s a little harder to tailor my expectation for the younger
ones. As children do, they make a mess and move on to the next exciting thing. I can forgive them a small mess or if they
only need a gentle reminder.
Today M finally gave us last week’s papers from school. V brought these into our room and reviewed
them by setting papers down on the bed. Important announcements, spelling words
etc were set aside to keep; the rest he took to the recycle bin. Now I’m not sure if he left those papers for
me to review, especially since I was there when he went through them the first
time. But there the papers stayed. Even while M, N and I went out for the
afternoon and V decided to lay down, the papers found their way to my side of
the bed.
I grant you that school paperwork tends to accumulate
quickly, with really no one designated spot for its collection. Still, anywhere else would seem more
appropriate than the foot of our bed. So
we come back from our outing. I decided it was my turn for a rest so I moved
the pile back to his side of the bed.
I had about 5 minutes to myself when V came into be bedroom
and declared he would rest with me. This made me happy on two levels. 1. Who
doesn't love a bit of cuddle with the hubby on a lazy afternoon? 2. Can it be?
Surely he will clear the bed so we can both lie down comfortably. He moves to
the pile of papers…
BETWEEN where our feet go, at the foot of the mattress. And just when I thought he would remove them
completely.
My hopes, crushed. This begs the question, Where will they end up at bed time?
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