I made no plans for this holiday weekend, except cleaning and rest. I’m still recovering from last weekend’s family reunion and Jay’s birthday party. Hubby had to work (although, thankfully, he did wash some laundry before he left), so I’d hoped that Mae and Jay would help by at least collecting their toys from the kitchen and other places that the toys don’t belong.
It became obvious that it was going to take more energy and time to corral them into cleaning than it was worth. They can be very helpful, including scrubbing toilets, wiping windows, and sweeping. The key is that it has to be their idea. If they think of it, they work hard and won’t even ask for anything in return. If it’s my idea, I hear stuff like
“I’m too busy.”
“Why do I have to do all the work around here?”
“I like messy. It suits me.”
Of course, the last two are from the seven-year-old.
So, we I took a break from cleaning and the kids rode their bikes and played in the park. Suits me just fine.