Iʼm going to talk about the Monsters Iʼve created.
I have 2 (well 3 of you count the love of my life).
Now you would think I would have 2 very well trained, tidy little monsters.
They came from my organized little womb and slept in their organized adorable nurseries. Their diapers were prettily stacked and their onesies colour coded. LOVELY…. yeah. Thatʼs where the monsterʼs got their start.
Now 12 and 7 years later, in our super duper organized home, they can look into the closet and stare right PAST the shoes theyʼre “looking” for and shriek “MOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM – I CANʼT FIND MY SHOES!!!!!” Despite the shoes almost whacking them in their little monster heads. Or regularly walk OVER the pile of snowsuits and hats and mitts despite the clearly labelled bins and hooks with their names lovingly stenciled in gender pleasing colours. Or how about how the monsters stare at the dishwasher like its an out of place cactus in our kitchen…having no clue what itʼs actually FOR, much less how to load it!
And I take the blame. Like so many Momʼs. Because letʼs face it. Sometimes itʼs just easier to do it yourself. To pick up the clothes theyʼve walked by 343 times. To hang up the snowsuits that have been dropped RIGHT BELOW the pretty hooks. To load the dishwasher the right way the ﬁrst time. Because we all know the gut wrenching, Oscar winning, writhing production that will ensue is just