I'm going to write this post and not delete it. I've been doing that lately. I type away and once it is written feel like that is enough...the typing bit! The getting it out of my head! I feel like there is no point in posting all my thoughts and nonsense of everyday moments. When it comes to home life I don't write or post for anyone but me. Infact I often feel uncomfortable talking about and exposing details of my life for the world to see. Memories, ideas, ironing, rodents..oh that's right I deleted those last two.
Looking back over old posts has prompted me to not be so quick with the delete button. I'd forgotten about many ordinary moments. It is nice to revisit them.
So without any further deleting here is my post for the day....
As a child I never had to make my bed. It was one house hold chore that my mother never cared about. We only did it once a week or so when we had to strip the linen and put on the fresh sheets. But it is so much nicer to sleep in a well made bed don't you think?
I went through a crazed mother phase where I would insist that the kids' beds be made on most days, even if it was done late in the afternoon. Of course it was me who would do all the making, I'm not a slave driver to a 4 and 5 year old.
But then they would jump on them, make a cubby house on them, stack all their toys on them...what is the point? I've decided to follow in my mother's footsteps. I only ask now if their friends are coming around.....or mine! And I know that their friends couldn't care less about the state of their beds. They are more interested in the toys! Mr A has a bit more pride in his room, but Miss M is shockingly messy.
I certainly don't make them everyday. Do you? I feel like deleting, I feel like deleting. I'm going to stop now.