"How do you do it? I have ONE kid today, and I am trying to clean up the house and I can't keep up with her. Cleaning is NOT getting done. "
Ha! Of course this is also the brother that thought washing the dishes while a load of laundry was in the machine was multi-tasking.
My reply to him was. "Cleaning while there are kids in the house is like shoveling snow during a blizzard." ( I saw that embroidered on a pillow once. )
At that point he decided he would just play with his granddaughter and leave the cleaning for his wife, because she is Norwegian and used to blizzards. Somehow that made sense to him. ??
I went against my own advice the other day and tried to clean the floors while all five kids were home. They were filthy from moving and paint and the hairy dog. The floor, not the kids. Mostly.
While I was mopping the kitchen I came across this little scene in the dining room.
No biggie. Just Shaye Baby and Grizelda sharing a light snack.
Then I realized Shaye Baby had also dumped out the cat's water creating a soggy, mushy, messy mess.
Yum. While I attempted to clean that up Shaye baby escaped to the laundry room, leaving a trail a smooshy wet cat food across the freshly mopped floor. I skinned her of her Frisky encrusted pants and started mopping up the trail.
(She saved a bit for the walls.)
About the time I was done I heard hysterical laughing from the bathroom. Tayte and Shaye Baby were having a ball unrolling an entire roll of toilet paper and trailing it through the living room.
I didn't take a picture. I was exasperated. Tayte was very upset that I did not take a picture. I guess taking pictures of their poor behavior choices has sent a mixed message about parental expectations. Whoops.
It is possible that these children may need more supervision. (Don't I have teenager for that??)
In conclusion I think my advice to my brother was right on and he should just sit down and enjoy his granddaughter and make a mess. His wife will be home soon.
In conclusion number two...you can see why I sometimes have mixed feelings about school starting back up. My students may not know what Hitler's last name is, but they rarely play with cat food.