Yes, yes, I know. I know it’s best to teach by example. But, I’m 33 years old and full of bad habits my girls shouldn’t imitate.
Like, my deep love for Reese’s peanut butter shapes. Or, my total addiction to Sunkist’s orange soda. My nightly bubble bath? I’d gladly teach them that one, if only they finished their chores with enough time to enjoy it.
Of course, that’s another bad habit they’ve picked up from me—my total lack of housekeeping ability. (Or ambition. Possibly both.)
It’s really hard to tell the girls they have to clean their rooms, when mine is a wreck. It’s hard to tell them backpacks belong on a hook, when my purse can be found on a chair, on a table, on the floor or, often, still out in the car.
How can I teach them how easy it is to find things when they are put away properly if I spend most of my day looking for things I’ve misplaced?
It isn’t that I don’t want to be organized. Truly, I do. I’m just not that person. I’ve flunked FlyLady. I’ve read book after book on the subject. And, yet, I still can’t seem to get it together. I have made improvements after each new attempt, so maybe I’m not completely hopeless.
We tackled the girls’ toy room just last weekend, and I must say it looks amazing. Of course, we haven’t unleashed them on it, yet, since there’s still a few things to finish tomorrow.
I also just bought a new eBook that sounds promising. It’s by my friend Saidah at A Proverbs Wife and called How to Get Organized in 24 Hours. She provides step by step instructions and a workbook to tackle disorganization. Guess what I’m doing this weekend?
Cross your fingers for me.
My Reese’s obsession is now officially sanctioned by Hershey’s. Loving the fresh from the line pumpkins they sent last week! They are almost gone. Shuddup.