I only got up at 620 this morning because I could hear Jenny get up and I don’t think it’s a good idea for a 2 year old to wander around the house alone. Bad things tend to happen when the tornado-baby is unsupervised.
So I’m up and checking the weather forecast (currently predicting 8 to 14 inches…cool) on the internet. jenny is sitting on the couch watching Playhouse Disney. She looks up and asks me, “Why you no clean room, Mommy?”
Why didn’t I straighten up the living room before I went to bed last night? It wasn’t that bad: several pairs of shoes, a few baby toys, and a magazine littered the floor. I normally DO pick this stuff up at night. I hated the sight of the room when I stumbled down, but I was really tired last night. In fact, I was sleeping in the glider rocker as I put Petey down, so I stumbled down last night to spend time with my husband (who was standing in the parking lot talking to a co-worker when I finally called his cell phone to see where he was. I could rant about this, but there is simply no point).
So, I wasn’t sure whether I should be pleased that my normal standard of housekeeping was noticed and appreciated by my toddler or whether I should feel that the nagging was starting early today. I finally just told her that I had been tired and that SHE should clean up.
So she did.
She just couldn’t do Daddy’s boots because they were too heavy (the things weigh about 20 pounds, I swear). But everything else she found a spot for. I should put her to work more often.
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Man I wish I could get my 2 year old to clean up. I’m afraid to say it but he’s a boy and judging from most men I know, cleaning just doesn’t seem to be in the genes!
My boys never thought cleaning was a fun thing. Recently, we’ve been trying to teach them the concept of making sure the toothpaste you spit into the sink gets rinsed down the drain. They look at my husband and I as though we were speaking in a foreign tongue and seem honestly puzzled as to why anyone would need to do such a thing.