Ever feel like you clean up a room only to have it completely destroyed within the hour?
I'm not a huge enforcer on chores. If I ask the children to help out, they do. I guess I feel like since I'm at home all the time that all the housework should be my responsibility. I know that in the long run I'm not doing them any favours, but I just can't seem to help it.
If I need the table set or cleared, the front hall straightened, or Jordan's always messy desk cleaned up, I call out what I need help with and they choose which chore they want to do.
The one that no one ever wants to help with?
The play area off my kitchen.
I don't blame them. Just look at that mess.
It's mostly Jordan that plays here. I try to get her to tidy up but it gets pretty overwhelming for her. I try to break it down by task, and suggest she first gather all her crayons, then stack all her colouring books... but then my OCD & control issues take over and I shoo her out of the room so I can clean it myself before I'm eighty.
Now. Doesn't that look better?
I think so too.
I like this picture. It makes me feel productive. And peaceful.
It stayed this way for almost three hours. Or as I like to call it... naptime.
I am debating whether or not to print this picture out and hang it up for everyone to see, with a big sign saying IF THIS ROOM DOESN'T LOOK LIKE THIS PICTURE WHEN YOU LEAVE, THEN CLEAN IT UP!
Am I weird for taking a before and after pic? Tell me I'm not the only one who does this!