Mixing Play-Doh
Looking around my home, I realize that I am starting to feel more content (finally, after 6 months of living here!) The piles of presents and old boxes are dwindling - but not completely down for the count. And I am beginning to relax about the boxes that are still lying around. It's funny the cleaning stages I've gone through and I imagine that I will go through more...
When I was little, I shared a room with Kim. I really don't remember our room being a huge mess. Mom never really let it get that way. Sure my closet needed work every other week or so, but I only really cleaned when Mom said I had to.
In college, I got my own room, in my own house. What a pit! Really. To walk to the bed, you had to clear a path with your feet. I guess that that was my rebellion from my parents. It's mine and I like it dirty.
Fast forward to today. Cory and I live in a little house together. I complain ALL the time about how messy it is. I know that I still have not gotten to the level of cleanliness on a consistent basis that I need to get to, but I realize now that things should be neat and clean.
But have I gone overboard on certain issues? Cory does not clean Chesney's room. It's not because he doesn't want to, it's because I won't let him. Everything in her room has a place. The Barbie dolls have a plastic box to go into. The puzzles go on a particular shelf. The "kitchen" items go in the yellow basket. Her clothes are hung by sleeve length with pants and jackets separate. He does not fully appreciate the beauty of the system. And I don't mind cleaning it alone.
The problem comes with Chesney actually playing with the toys. I can't stand watching her brush the Barbie's beautiful hair into a nappy mess. When using water paints, I cringe when she paints two lines on all the pages instead of finishing one or two. And mixing Play-Doh colors is the worst. I guess these are things I just need to get over. She's 3! These things will happen. Heck, I did them when I was young. It's just funny the appreciation I have for toys now that I'm older.

7 Comments:
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January 23, 2006 11:32 AM
Maybe I should start calling you Monica Gellar (just kidding).
And it could be much worse with Chesney. I am by no means qualified to give you advice on children, but at least she's not destroying her toys. As she gets older I'm sure she'll come to appreciate them as much as you do.
January 23, 2006 12:04 PM
What Katie says is true. I am VERY thankful that Chesney is well behaved, listens to us, doesn't rip apart her books, or make an overwhelming mess of her room!
January 23, 2006 12:53 PM
what goes around comes around....
January 23, 2006 3:10 PM
Ha Ha Ha. I can laugh now, but one day I will have a kid worse than I was. And we all know how bad I was...miss ATITUDE!!!
January 24, 2006 8:36 AM
Oh, the fun of being grown up and ridiculously organized. welcome to my life.
January 24, 2006 9:10 AM
My advice is to read the recently out-of-print book "Parenting thgough Prescriptions"... not for the children but for the parents... ;) BTW - you made a beautiful bride. Your Uncle T was very proud of you. Later, Lee
January 24, 2006 11:09 AM
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