Sometimes household drudgery can drive me insane, especially when the mess isn't mine. My mess is cleaner than everyone else's right?
So I walk into the boys' bathroom and this is what I see:
And then I open the refrigerator and find this:
I have heard that if you aren't home as much, your kids have to learn to fend for themselves more. I wonder about this all the time. If I were to work full time, would the children pony up and pick up after themselves a bit more? Or would they just leave it for me to deal with when I got home from the office?
Or maybe it's just bad karma, and all those times I left a trail of clutter through my childhood home are coming back to bite me in the bum. This makes sense. And it gives me hope, too. I will encourage my children to have lots of their own children who will make lots of messes that my kids will have to pick up. Is this what they mean when they talk about the circle of life? Anyway, it's the theory I'm clinging to. Otherwise, I'd eat a pound of licorice to cope. I've found that revenge and spite, though bad for the complexion, are easier on the figure.