I love living with four males (1 husband and 3 sons), I really do. I’m more than enough girl for the entire house, trust me on this. Before I had kids, I knew that I was destined to have two boys, which is exactly what I got. I’m not sure how I knew, I just knew. And I am very happy with the two I’ve got. Then I got divorced, met Chris and got re-married and along with him came a bonus son, who really is a great kid.
I grew up in a house with my parents, a sister & a brother. The two males in the house were extremely neat & tidy and it was actually my sister & mother who were the pack-rats and made most of the messes (they’re “artists”), so when I landed these four guys in my house, I wasn’t expecting them ALL to be so messy.
I mean, if you take the last poptart out of the box, throw the box away! Don’t just leave the empty box in the cabinet for me to find the next time I am looking for a poptart & have to find out the hard way that there aren’t any left. If you use the last of the toilet paper, get a new roll so there is some for the next person. If you spill chocolate milk on the counter, wipe it up. If you drag in dirt on your shoes from being outside, grab the dustpan & broom and sweep it up! I know you saw it. I kid you not, I couldn’t even narrow it down to just one of them if I tried because I’ve caught all of them doing it at one point or another.
You catch my drift.
I’m not the type to just do it myself & carry on. I make them all clean up after themselves in hopes that they will eventually “get it”, but it’s not sinking in yet. I’m not sure it will, either. I don’t care if they are doing something else or have a friend over….I make them stop what they’re doing and correct whatever they did.
BUT….I do have them all trained to put the toilet seat down, so that’s something, right?