How to Clean – The Teenage Years

Who needs a closet when there’s all this great floor space?

Wet bath towel on hundred-year-old hardwood floors. Yeah, that sounds about right.

When Younger Boy was little, I could always find him by following whatever trail he left behind. Not much has changed.

After the dehydration scare, at least he’s drinking something.

Younger Boy returned from the trip requiring this bag a month ago.

What you can’t see in this photo – on the back of the door are two extra-large hooks.

I’m not sure he’s ever made a bed. He may not know how. I have failed miserably.

Neatness has never been his strength.  Most of the time, I overlook it.  I choose my battles and tidiness has never been one of them. In small doses, a little messiness doesn’t ruffle my feathers.

But all of these photos occurred on the same afternoon.

I’m glad there’s not an audio for this photo. I was not happy when I turned around and spotted this food reaching the fossil stage.

After spotting the food nearing fossil formation, it put me over the edge.  I’ve never been particularly good at house cleaning, but I had some definite ideas for what I believed was the proper technique for this project. I think it was quite effective.

Problem solved.

The New Rules of the Working Mom Reality – Part 2

Recently, I explained the New Reality of the Working Mom to The Boys.  But after a few weeks in the trenches, I realized I left someone important out of the mix.  Someone else who needs learn the ins-and-outs of the Working Mom World.

That would be me.

I’m a little out of practice.

So to help those of you who are making that transition from stay-at-home-mom to Work for Pay, I’m going to share my experiences. It’ll save you a good solid month of workplace embarrassment.

You’re welcome. [Read more…]

The Verdict on Junk Food

Trouble was brewing in the cereal aisle. And the one about to incur the wrath was me.  As my ‘tween and teenaged sons stood there, it was clear they were about to make their case with the tenacity of Perry Mason and Atticus Finch.  “See Mom, you were wrong!” Older Boy said shoving the box within an inch of my middle-aged eyes.  “Go ahead, read it.” Younger Boy then chimed in. “They’re GOOD for you,” he argued.  “It says so right on the box.”

My bad.

It was hard to argue with the good health claims emblazoned on the front of the Cocoa Krispies and Froot Loops boxes that my boys paraded in front of me like I was a Price is Right Showcase Contestant.  There they were – boxes of an immunity-boosting, fiber enhanced morning indulgence that I’d denied them based on my misguided beliefs.  And boy did I feel pretty stupid. All these years I’ve been making them eat real froot. [Read more…]

What You See Is Not Always What You Get

After The Husband inadvertently sucked a sock into the vacuum cleaner* and promptly killed the motor, I had to go to Costco to buy a new one. This purchase in no way was based on my cleaning expertise. Trust me, I’m the last person you’d want cleaning advice from.**

Nor was this purchase based on my vast consumer products research. I bought it because it was the only one Costco had. And since I have two fur children, let’s just say I have massive dog hair issues and needed one without delay.

So after seeing the picture on the box, I was a little surprised to find this inside:

Can you say some assembly required?


Is this what Contents May Settle During Shipping means?

The good news is, the vacuum is now put together, it works, and The Husband is happy because he’s vacuumed up the equivalent of three Great Dane puppies. And he’s still not finished.

*The Husband likes to vacuum, knows how to clean and will even use that cute attachment thingy on the steps. He also knows, and has constantly pointed out to me, that you have to change the vacuum cleaner bag. I’ve never used that particular appliance enough to even fill a bag.

**Actually my mother is the last person you’d want cleaning advice from. She would agree. But today in the spirit of domestic helpfulness, I will offer the only two cleaning tips that I do know. (1) Dog barf, in any state of matter, should NEVER be vacuumed; and (2) Do not purchased a bagless vacuum because you can no longer be in cleaning denial. What were you expecting, I never said I was Martha.

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