CHILDBIRTH ISN'T THE MIRACLE - SURVIVING PARENTHOOD IS

Monday 14 May 2012

New Rule

I have introduced a new rule into our house (which currently has no rules), in light of my 8 year old son and 7 year old daughter trying to kill each other on a daily basis. It is:

"I don't mind a mess as long as you play nicely."

Sometimes it works. Often it doesn't. Usually I get a mess and they still kill each other but every now and again it works. They are into playing teenagers and gangsta rappers and building dens involving every object in the house. This is fine because it gives me the parenting holy grail which is Peace And Quiet. If I comment at all on the amount of stuff they are using, they quote me back at me and say "But you don't mind a mess as long as we're playing nicely." Which is true until I realise that Peace And Quiet don't come for free and the price you pay is TIDYING UP.

I do not like tidying up. Especially if there is Lego involved. I hate Lego - the dog chews it, the toddler eats it and the kids scatter it so that you are still finding bits in your bum crack days later.

Anyway since the aversion to tidying up runs in my family (it practically gallops), the aftermath of such a lovely playtime is always painful. Especially if my husband arrives home at the point where we're watching telly and pretending that the area upstairs doesn't exist, a bit like Roswell.

He says: "For god's sake, what's going on here?"
I say: "Yes there's a mess but they played nicely."

My husband is not a fan of this new rule. Especially when I apply it to myself. If the washing up hasn't been done, there are dirty clothes on the floor and dog poo in the garden. Even though I have been texting, drinking coffee, internet shopping and, you know, been playing nicely with my friends.

6 comments:

  1. I love this rule. I could live my life by it quite happily.

    When my boy is old enough for Lego he will tidy it himself. Anything left over will be hoovered up. It will then be his own fault that he can't make anything, so he can't complain.

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  2. Ha ha ha! Bejesus Claire, how often do you find yourself hooking lego out of your bum? But I am with you on this. Sometimes we have friends round and we drink wine with them and our kids and their kids go upstairs and are SUSPICIOUSLY quiet for several hours. Later you go upstairs and it looks like a team of demolition experts have been in - and you shrug about it, obvs, because you've been drinking wine. But next morning you have to clear up. Hungover. Still - life's a series of pay-offs when you're a parent, innit? Thanks for the post, it made me laff. XXX

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  3. This is a good rule, you really have to just pick your battles with them sometimes don't you.

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  4. When I visit friends, I don't notice the cleanliness or neatness or paint colour or anything esle in the house. Why, because I visit my friends not the state of their home.

    I do hate lego though, it hurts the feet, so I may call you on that one.

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  5. Now I see where I've gone wrong. My rule has always been 'I don't care whether you play nicely so long as there's no mess.'

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  6. OOh you make me giggle you really do x

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