Surely you've heard of a junk drawer...
I don't know about you, but in ,my house we have what is called a junk drawer. Generally this wonderful drawer is full of surprises and is more of a miscellaneous drawer. if it doesn't have a home, the drawer becomes home for the orphaned item(s).As I sit here helping the kids do homework and wait for the other finish band, I glance around my house and what do I see? Stuff... Just stuff everywhere! If the surface is flat there is something on it. usual suspects, not guilty (of course)...No one did it of course and the maid (aka as mom, that's me) has taken a couple days off while I try new recipes and spend time organizing the kids schedules and get into the groove of this stay at home thing (again).
I want to get a few large garbage bags (it is trash day) and scoop everything into the bags and dump it. I
m pretty sure if I did that I would be glowing with AHA, I told you and within seconds realize I needed something from that blasted pile. That's the way it works! you throw something out to prove a point only to realize you burned yourself because you are the one who needed something from that pile! Grrr!
A part of me wants to see how they would react if I were to throw or hide some of these very important things strewn around the house laying on any and every flat surface throughout the house, that isn't already 4 inches high! I am sure that I would probably get a fit or two out of a couple of my little angels, maybe even my husband (who is never guilty).
The monkeys -
In my head I am imagining at least one of the twins (8 years old) throwing themselves on the floor and crying at decibels relatively similar to that of a howler monkey or a banshee, telling me I have ruined their lives as they flop about on the floor like a fish out of water or mirroring what one might think was a true epileptic seizure..(can you see it, have you been there before) Ahh... I won't do that to them, but I will certainly threaten them with it or make the infamous mountainous pile in the middle of the living room with the trashcan right next to it! That usually works and they seem to know what to do when they see it. I almost never have to say anything.
Heck, I donate all the time and they know it so the pile usually does the trick. I guess I'll be mature about it and go that route (boring) and give them a chance to get it together. after all I can always use the " there are homeless people everywhere who can use this stuff or we can take it to Mexico to donate it" hauntingly similar to my parents tactics when we were kids and wouldn't eat all of our food.. You know, the "there are starving people in Africa" guilt trip.. For the longest time I thought that starving people only existed in Africa and if I didn't eat my Brussel sprouts they would continue to starve. I never realized we had the same issue in our very own backyards! oyy vey!
I took a peek in the actual junk drawer and it is relatively organized (it's a Christmas miracle!) compared to the rest of the counter space in my house.
Is it Friday yet?!
A part of me wants to see how they would react if I were to throw or hide some of these very important things strewn around the house laying on any and every flat surface throughout the house, that isn't already 4 inches high! I am sure that I would probably get a fit or two out of a couple of my little angels, maybe even my husband (who is never guilty).
The monkeys -
In my head I am imagining at least one of the twins (8 years old) throwing themselves on the floor and crying at decibels relatively similar to that of a howler monkey or a banshee, telling me I have ruined their lives as they flop about on the floor like a fish out of water or mirroring what one might think was a true epileptic seizure..(can you see it, have you been there before) Ahh... I won't do that to them, but I will certainly threaten them with it or make the infamous mountainous pile in the middle of the living room with the trashcan right next to it! That usually works and they seem to know what to do when they see it. I almost never have to say anything.
Heck, I donate all the time and they know it so the pile usually does the trick. I guess I'll be mature about it and go that route (boring) and give them a chance to get it together. after all I can always use the " there are homeless people everywhere who can use this stuff or we can take it to Mexico to donate it" hauntingly similar to my parents tactics when we were kids and wouldn't eat all of our food.. You know, the "there are starving people in Africa" guilt trip.. For the longest time I thought that starving people only existed in Africa and if I didn't eat my Brussel sprouts they would continue to starve. I never realized we had the same issue in our very own backyards! oyy vey!
I took a peek in the actual junk drawer and it is relatively organized (it's a Christmas miracle!) compared to the rest of the counter space in my house. Is it Friday yet?!
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