The Cleaning Ladies Came!

I think I'll remember this classic Gavin face till the day they cart me off to the nursing home. But what I REALLY, REALLY need a picture of for the blog is his " Eeww, who farted?" face that he makes when he's being seriously talked to, feeling embarassed, or when looked at by a stranger for more than 1 second. In fact, Gav is full of funny little phrases and looks that I'll wish I could remember one day. Maybe next blog....



Jacob came to me the other morning with the notion to earn some extra pocket money by doing "above and beyond" chores. We sat down and made out a list of said chores, attaching a price to each. Emptying garbage cans from bathrooms and the kitchen was a quarter but window cleaning was $.75. Dusting was also a big ticket item - I hate doing it and therefore don't. It was on. That boy cleaned and cleaned well. Every once in a while he stopped to comment on what a spectacular job he was doing and who was I to disagree? He really did a nice job - even inspired me to clean. Well, anyone who knows me may be laughing at this last sentences, I clean often, but this morning I was NOT in the cleaning mood. I made my small children do it instead. Gavin got into the game in short order. He did an extra super job in their room and washed the heck out of the kitchen table. He's has been known to scrub the kitchen sink to a shine when the entertainment around here wears thin. I'm raising them right!

My last direction to Jacob before going upstairs was to get the dust bunnies down in the downstairs bathroom. I even provided him with a chair ( notice he was armed with a duster and a bottle of vinegar.... you see where this is going). When I came down he was gone and the bathroom floor and walls were soaked. He had turned the vinegar sprayer to sharp shot and "killed" the bunnies. Dust bunny vinegar ran down the walls and puddled to the floor. My formerly clean bathroom was aghast and the bunnies previously described as "dusty" were now "cementy". Curses! The cutest part was that he really, really thought this to be a perfectly reasonable cleaning method. And yes, I had my little "Freak out in your head for a minute before you freak out in front of the kids who already think you're crazy" moment before bringing the offending cleaning lady back into the bathroom for a little reteach. I love that boy. I think I'll ask him back.