The gift of giving without even knowing is what this morning brought me. Ignoring the vacuuming all week has come to an end with a future solution to boot!
As I pulled out the vacuum (pulled out- it doesn’t even have a home so it is usually just sitting in a room), H eagerly asks if she can help me. Of course, in fact if you clean up your room I will even let you vacuum it all on your own!
L got wind of this and both were in a mad dash to clean their room. Surprisingly H is a rather neat and tidy child so her room took about 3 minutes and looked perfect. She, so proudly, vacuumed and did a great job. L even helped her by holding the cord up.
Then they did L’s room, of course after we all pitched in to help her clean the madness.
Next they begged to vacuum my room. Welllllll maybe….Oh Ok! Why not? You’ve been good girls today.
As I’m in my office grading more papers, annoying, I hear the inevitable fighting begin. H ran over L’s foot. L then, with her freakish strength, knocked H right off her feet.
I walked in my room and declared no more vacuuming with all this fighting and “took” the vacuum cleaner away. Suddenly the apologies and politeness darted out of them faster than I could even reach for the Dyson.
Well played Kerry, well played! I’m also glad to know I’m raising little suckas….puh-leaze!
A woman vacuuming in a skirt and heels? Yeah right L, get a grip and stop setting high standards. Keep them low! Notice how Daddy doesn’t expect much from me? That’s what you want in a man.