Floor Litter
The first thing I notice this morning when I make my way out to the kitchen is all the floor litter. I think I've raised my children in a fairly decent manner, they say please and thank you, and hold the door for strangers on occasion, so I know there's no way they go to a friends house, blow their nose on a tissue and drop it on the floor. And they must think the floor is hungry because they are constantly feeding it; a few pretzels left for the floor in front of the TV, and squares of Wheat Chex cereal for the floor under the kitchen table. Every so often their concern for their bedroom floors comes to a head and I"ll find a shrunken chunk of carrot, (originally meant for the guinea pigs) behind their doors or underneath their beds.
The floors get cold in our house, especially in the hallway by the front door. I know this because my concerned children are constantly trying to cover that area with their coats. In other parts of the house they are less generous. The arctic area in front of the TV for example, usually only gets a stray sock, shorts or sweatshirt.
This will change with the onset of summer and the absence of tight school schedules. Coats won't be necessary and the cold and allergy season will have passed. Of course, this time of year means that the pools will be opening, and spickets will be turned back on to wash cars and fill water balloons, and my children's concern for the house being too hot will prompt them to leave wet towels and half filled sodas on every surface they possibly can.
The floors get cold in our house, especially in the hallway by the front door. I know this because my concerned children are constantly trying to cover that area with their coats. In other parts of the house they are less generous. The arctic area in front of the TV for example, usually only gets a stray sock, shorts or sweatshirt.
This will change with the onset of summer and the absence of tight school schedules. Coats won't be necessary and the cold and allergy season will have passed. Of course, this time of year means that the pools will be opening, and spickets will be turned back on to wash cars and fill water balloons, and my children's concern for the house being too hot will prompt them to leave wet towels and half filled sodas on every surface they possibly can.
posted by Amanda at 8:34 AM
2 Comments:
Wow...your blog has me thinking. I just started to be a full time, stay home, wife/mother- am trying it for 3 months after being a full time working mom for 15+ years.
Much to my chagrin, I'm not good at this. I do laundry & think "for this I went to graduate school?" I organize thinking, "I could be volunteering at a soup kitchen." It's not enough, but my other life was too much. Why can't I do this????
Maybe if this were is all I knew, I'd be better at it? I just don't give a rats ass about how well beds are made. I love to entertain, but more to build relationship than to build reputation.
Did the charming housewives of the 50's ever have to choose a health insurance policy for their family, or negotiate to refinance their house? Maybe they could focus on the fluff because they didn't have the responsibilities...but maybe also, they didn't have their own checking account or availability to birth control...no thank you...I'll remain a reluctant housewife!
Thanks for getting me thinking!
You look like Holly Golightly in that last photo.
Maria
I have a girlfriend who, when she had had enough of constantly sweeping up the floor after her kids, She would threaten to make a casserol out of the leavings on the kitchen floor and serve it for dinner. Ha !
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