My morning nanny only comes during the school year. During the summer, I get all three boys up and take them to my sister-in-law’s, leaving the house as early as 6:15 am. And while it’s true, the mornings are much more “interesting” when I have to drag all three boys out of the house, and I am seriously considering hiring a nanny for next summer, there is a different reason that I NEED a morning nanny. And it has to do with a bag of rocks.
Last Friday, I finally had a day at home with not much planned for the morning, so I went through my cleaning ritual, starting at the back of the house, room by room, straightening things up, dusting, mopping. The living room is typically the last room that I clean.
Since summer vacation has begun, and I do not have the pressure of someone seeing my house four mornings each week, I have been a bit more lax about keeping things tidy. More junk has been accumulating on the kitchen table, more junk accumulating on the entertainment center in the living room. The presentation of the junk has been fluctuating between neatly arranged, organized chaos, and unorganized piles that reek of ‘I need help.’ Mark and the boys clean the living room during the week, but they live by the philosophy of ‘if it is off the floor, it’s clean’! They never touch these piles and I have determined that I must have some mystical powers that allow me, and only me, to know where to put the variety of items that will find their way to the table and the entertainment center.
So Friday was the day to tackle the piles. I removed the first pile of kids’ board games and I found garbage on the entertainment center; wrappers of some sort and I have no idea how long they have been there, likely at least a couple of weeks. Brady shouted, “I found my OTG cable!” It had also been under the pile of games. That, for sure, has been missing for a couple weeks, so one could assume the garbage had been there just as long. I continued my organization, making piles for the basement, kids’ room, and garbage. And then I found a bag of rocks that Colin had collected from a soccer practice almost three months ago. That is when I decided having a morning nanny is an absolute must if I am ever to keep the house in any kind of shape. Apparently, I require the constant threat of someone else seeing the house to find the motivation to clean in a meaningful way.
When Mark came home from work, he said he thought he walked into the wrong house.
“Now THAT is how you clean the living room!” I told him.
“No,” he said, “that is how YOU clean the living room.”
Touche. But only if someone might be coming over.