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Perhaps a Post It Would Help


Yes, that post-it is affixed to two rows of packing tape.  I'd have used double sided packing tape if I had it just so their little arms would be stuck in the cabinet while they absorbed the directive of the post-it.  It reads,  "No.  Go wash a glass."  It is up to me to draw the line somewhere and I choose to draw it at the use of the non-dishwasher safe glasses.  They will use them, abuse them and I will be decidedly less than merry when I go to use one of those glasses next Christmas.  A faded-out Christmas tree and a chipped gold rim?  I don't think so.

Those would  be the glasses that they would choose to load into the dishwasher if they ever, in fact, put their dirty glasses in the dishwasher.  That's why there are no clean glasses, fam.  You follow me?  We would prefer to allow everything to accumulate on the counter around the air fryer, which also never  gets put away properly.  Ever.  I've never air fried a blessed thing in my life, so as Aidan would say, "that's on me, Mom."

You know what else is on Aidan?  He holds the world record for amount of towels collected from his room.  The record is TWELVE.  Twelve towels found in his room at one time.  I went searching when I had to dry Juliet after her bath with a Bounty Select-a-Size.  

And total count of glasses on Aidan's desk?  Two.  Mugs?  Three.  See?  This is why they're after my non-dishwasher safe stemware.

Norah took the last coffee pod the other day.  Cause the children drink coffee now.  Well, technically they drink 1 part coffee to 8 parts French Vanilla creamer.  But the nice thing about Norah taking the last coffee pod is that she left the empty box in the cabinet.  I got that little burst of joy thinking, "Yes! There is one left for me!"  No.  No there is not.  That's an empty box for me to recycle. 

The recycling bin.  Conveniently located adjacent to the trash bin.  The children will not take out the trash of their own volition.  If I ask them?  Yes, they certainly will carry out the trash with the required eye roll and exaggerated exhale.  But if I'm not there and the trash side is full?  Well, I guess they just have to put that the item that is clearly trash into the recycling bin.  And vice versa.  "Hey," the kids say, "now I know this glass jar would usually go into the recycling bin but this recycling bin is full!  My mom's not here to take it out...oh well, screw you planet Earth.  It's going in the trash."  

What would happen if a member of my family wanted to toss something into the trash and there is not a bag in there?  Well, what can one do?  One cannot replace the bag oneself!  That is Mom's job.  Let's go with one of the old standbys: build a tower of trash on the counter throughout the day or just chuck everything in there so Mom has to wipe it down later.  Delightful.

I don't want to paint my whole family with the same non-dishwasher safe brush.  Admittedly, Brian is much better about these things than Aidan and Norah.  However, he recently passed through the very messy kitchen, glanced around and innocently asked what "we" were going to do about cleaning it as he went on his merry way.  And by "we" he meant me.  His "we" is always me.  Well, Brian, "we" are about to kick your ass. 

Thanks to my packing tape post-it, the kids never tried to use those glasses again!  They load all of their dirty dishes right away.  Aidan takes his towel and hangs it neatly right where it belongs.  If there is only one coffee pod left, Norah writes a little note beside it which says "saved for mom!"  

Kidding.  They'll probably put my post-it in the dishwasher.



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