Sunday, March 15, 2009

A humiliatingly proud moment

After dinner tonight, I was trying to build a little enthusiasm for living room clean up.

Said I: All right gang, let's get this room cleaned up. Maren, you clean up the legos. Me and Harry are going to pick up the crayons.

Said Maren: No Mom, you mean "Harry and I."

It felt like a punch in the gut and a warm hug all at once.


  1. Boy I wish I knew how to generate enthusiasm for cleaning. So far the only thing that works is bribery. Especially for myself. Like now I am going to do the dishes, but only if I give myself a candy bar afterwards. So sad.

  2. The only way I can gear myself up to clean is to get the kids doing it. Then I feel so guilty NOT cleaning, that I have join in. Guilt is one powerful force, ain't it?