I have a pretty high tolerance for messiness.
Well, you all saw the post about my basement. It has been that way for, well since the last time Jeff picked it up in an effort to butter me up for some sexy time.
But after stepping on three toys and almost twisting my ankle while walking down the stairs to get a gallon of milk from the fridge that is down there, my tolerance for that mess was over.
I was done and I wanted it cleaned up.
I called the kids and told them what my plan was, “Boys and girls, we are going to go downstairs and pick up the mess.”
They all looked at me like I had suddenly grown three heads. The little kids began to protest when Hayden spoke up, “Come on guys. I am tired of stepping on toys when I get up in the night to go to the bathroom,”
Now it was my turn to look at him like he had three heads because he was a contributor to the mess. But on the other hand, it did make sense since his bedroom is down there. I suppose stepping on a toy during a midnight walk to the bathroom is not very pleasant either.
The space needed to be cleaned up.
I ushered the kids down the stairs and then told them the plan, “Just grab a toy and put it in a bin.”
I wasn’t looking for things to be organized. I just wanted all the toys put away and off the floor. The clutter needed to go away before I lost my mind.
I began to pick toys up off the floor but the kids just stood there.
“Come on, grab a toy and put it in the bin. Hayden, you do the Legos. Jake, find all the cars. Quinn, you pick up the puzzle and Claire pick up the baby stuff.” I said.
Still no one moved.
“Pick up a toy and put it in a bin,” I said again. “Hayden put the Legos away in your room.”
I grabbed another handful of toys as the little kids just stood there. It was like they lost all ability to move and had forgotten how to pick up. Hayden was at least moving but when I watched him for a minute, I realized that he was picking up each Lego from their current bin and walking them one by one to his room where he was placing them in a pile.
What in the world was wrong with these children? Its not like I was asking them to fly a rocket. I just wanted the room picked up.
“Oh for heaven’s sake,” I said. “Ok, everyone watch this.”
I grabbed Claire’s hand, bent her over and had her grab a toy that was right in front of her and helped her put it in the bin. “There that is picking up. Now, everyone do it,” I said as I let her go.
But still they all just stood there.
“Fine. If you don’t know how to pick up, I guess what they say is true and the TV really is rotting your brain. I will just have to throw out the TV and only read books to you.” I said sternly as I walked towards the TV.
As I walked, I heard little people begin to move around and toys being frantically placed in bins. Finally, everyone understood what I wanted and began to pick up.
Play dumb with me, will they. I’ll show them, I know all the tricks.
Well, most of the tricks.