My kitchen Monday morning is always a grim site. Today, was no exception. Did I get right too it? No, I’m punting. I hate a messy kitchen, but as my daughter keeps reminding me, No one likes Mondays.
Sometimes it seems like what’s the point?
Reminded me of my Mom Zamboni video
One of the opportunities that moving affords is the ability to start anew. I won’t have a pile of crap on my kitchen counter here. Oh, no, it will be an “everything has its place” kind of house. And what a good time to take stock of our bins of toys, right? While I’m at it, I think I will involve my five-year-old in the process. Yes, I’m a flipping genius.
This is one of those pesky parenting issues that seems to know no age. What are your secrets to getting your kids to pick up afer themselves?
As I was working on an essay about using humor in your home for Parent & Child magazine today, I had one of my suggestions tested. Today I was the filling of the sandwich… as in, the sandwich generation. Vivien is being toilet-trained, and since it was my dad’s 80th birthday, he spent the night at my house. We had a great party for him the night before, but I didn’t want him to wake up in assisted living, away from kin.
photo credit: Tansan
Well, just because I’m on TV doesn’t mean I don’t spend my mornings cleaning up the urine of my many loved ones from the carpet or couch. I wrote in my essay that moms don’t have time to turn the tragedy into comedy. You have to go right to the comedy. As I scrubbed my hallway carpet – the most expensive carpet I have ever bought – I initially found this hard to do. Then I had my half-cup of coffee and the old funny bone started firing up. Also, I got some perspective, thinking of people in their own real tragedies. So what’s a little pee between loved ones?