To balance out this post.
Reed says to me: “Mom, you never play with me. All you ever do is sit at your computer.”
He’s kinda right.
I feel horrible.
Though she’s not much for picking up, Tessa likes to surprise me by cleaning. I know! How lucky am I?
But here’s what I tend to do. She’s put the dishes in the dishwasher, washed the pots by hand and set them on the stove, wiped off the counters and cleaned the sink. I say thank you and praise her.
But I cannot stop myself there. What I do next shames me.
I rearrange the dishes so that more will fit in the dishwasher. I pick at any missed spots on the cleaned pots. I sweep the floor where she’s wiped off all the counter debris. I do manage to leave the sink alone.
I know. Horrible. I know better and I do it anyway.
I am holding firm on my no-cell-phone and no-dog stances.
This item was contributed by Tessa.