“I spent hours in this room yesterday.
I put toys away. I put books away. I recycled drawings and wrote the date on the back of ones I thought they’d (and I’d) want to keep. I put random bits of dry play dough in the bin and cut up pieces of paper in the compost. I hung up dress ups. I put the half clothed and rather mangy looking Barbie dolls away.
And I walked in today – to this.
This is standard.
This is a running joke in our house.
We’ve tried pocket money, but they don’t really get it, and I kind of want it all to happen organically and think my storage options are possibly to blame.
But I could have said a million things.
I could have walked in and asked, ‘What the heck?!’
I wanted to.
But I didn’t.
They were so quiet.
‘Wow, I love you. What are you working on?’
They were so excited to see me, to show me. Their faces could have had a different expression, depending on what I’d said.
We’ll work on housekeeping skills later. Play is important. The world can wait.”
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