One of the hardest StepMolly transitions is reconciling the definition of “clean” when you live alone with the definition of “clean” when you live with a man and two children. They are very, very different. I like to think we’re arriving at the happy middleground (read: I’m trying to be less obsessive and they’re responding well to my systems for putting things away). But then sometimes, I realize that I still have a long way to go…
Both of the kids are really responsible when it comes to picking up their toys. Yoseph is especially great at it and loves when things have an easy place to go (Ana may be a hoarder in training, so sometimes needs more guidance). As the kids prepare to go to their mom’s each week, we always make time for them to pick up their rooms so that they are nice and clean when they get back–and so they’re clean for me to look at while they’re gone!
Except for last week.
I know. I have a problem. This room is FAR from messy. But it drove me crazy!
Five days of looking at a handful of Legos on the floor was a real opportunity for personal growth. And I did it! I didn’t pick them up–and I didn’t close his bedroom door either. StepMolly success. For now.