So I thought I had struck gold when I figured out that my 7 year old was more than capable of carrying her clothes upstairs and putting them away. After all we've been using the same clothes storage system since she was a babe (panties/socks in one draw, shirts in one, pants in the other). She knows were everything goes so it should be easy peasy. At least that's what I thought.
I don't always utlize her services because I find she wavers from day to day in her enthusiasm for helping out. Just like me... what a surprise. ;) Still, the odd day I'm just too busy so I put my foot down and perservere in asking her despite the frowns and exaggerated sighs of yesssss mom. Sigh they grow up so fast. (Not to mention adopt their mother's mannerisms so darn quick).
To get to the point of this post, her dad was going through her room the other night. Not only was he disgusted by the mess in her bedroom but also by the amount of stuff that appeared to be under her bed. I knew there was a storm brewing so I headed upstairs to try and help avert major melt downs. Only, I was the one that almost had a major melt down as my husband pulled pile after pile of clean folded laundry from under her bed. ?!?!?!
Her excuse was that she was in a hurry. You know you're a kid when it makes so much more sense to throw your clothes under your bed than to take an extra 30 seconds to open a drawer and put the clothes in. Because while I expect her to put the clothes in the proper place, I'm not so
I wondered what she planned to do when she ran out of underwear? Who am I kidding she'd have just one commando.