If you ever doubted my insistence that our house is in a constant state of disarray, then perhaps the above sentence clarified that for you.
|I used to have 'movie tickets' scattered everywhere.|
I was shocked that I could not find one to photo,
but I did find these magnets labeled with
chores to complete in order to
earn coveted movie tickets. When did this
system stop motivating my crew?
Tnak's new approach to my hounding him: look at me all sincere and concerned. Head tilted to one side. Slow deliberate nod. Raised eyebrow. Pursed lips. A few thoughtful 'hmms'. As IF he is wrapped up in my 'get your shit together' talk.
Eventually he breaks out of his insincere pose and bursts out laughing, but all the time insisting, 'Yeah, yeah. I know. OK.' It is aggravating to no end, but impossible to curb when his sibling audience applauds his goofiness.
Tank never puts anything away, which is why there are usually a minimum of 3 towels on the floor of his room ranging in degree of grossness from wet to damp to crunchy. Why should socks be any different?
My latest gimmick was inspired by my Dad's day gift to Coach. I bought him a few packages of socks. Mixed into the bag were additional socks that Coach would NOT wear. He pulled a pack of crew socks out of the bag and gave me a funny look.
'Those are for Tank. I bought him new socks that look different from everyone else's so we will know if he is sporting his own socks or 'borrowed' socks. You're welcome.'
I wrote Tank's initial on the bottom of his new socks too, so I will know who is leaving socks on the kitchen island. As if I didn't already know