Today, I’m going to show you some raw reality at my house. Sometimes, I let things slide. Sometimes, I’m just plain lazy. Prepare yourself…it’s not pretty.
I still have Christmas ornaments on my kitchen counter, because I forgot them when we were packing up the Christmas stuff, and now the boxes are somewhere in the basement, and I don’t want to go dig them out.
These locker bins at the bottom of the stairs are supposed to corral the kids’ things that I pick up during the day, and they are supposed to put it all away each night. In reality, this is how it looks much of the time because they don’t do it, and I don’t make them.
On the other side of the same table is kind of a dumping pad for things that need to go down to the basement. In reality, things can sit here for weeks before someone actually takes them down. I don’t take it down because the basement is so messy, I avoid it at all costs. Which also partially explains the Christmas ornaments on the counter.
On the top of the entertainment center is a collection of mostly thing the dogs have been chewing on. Craig sets them up there when he takes them away from the dogs. I cannot break him of this habit, and I do not take them down, because I can’t reach it and would have to get a stepstool or something, and besides, he put them there, right?
I have one sad houseplant that only gets watered when it’s mostly dead, like this. It’s a hardy plant, because it has survived this treatment for a year. If I were to cut off the dead leaves and water it, it would perk right up and fill out again. I’ll get around to it, one of these days. Maybe.
When I sent my kids out to catch the bus this morning, it was 29 degrees, and there’s snow in today’s forecast. They were wearing a jean jacket and an unzipped sweatshirt. This happens pretty much every morning; they tell me they aren’t cold, I make a half-hearted attempt to get them to put on their winter coats, and they go out like this anyway. I can just imagine what the school thinks of me.
(I read a book once that touted natural consequences, the implication being if you let them go without a coat once, they would decide not to do it again because they’d be too cold. It didn’t work.)
So, what do you think of me now?