…You may recall that your children got done with their jobs in record time last night. You may remember being suspicious at the time. You may really want to learn from the experience that you should double check their work in those moments.
Because in this case? It really is a case of “It hurts me more than it hurts them”.
At least until they get home from school.
EDIT:
Photoshop Dave is correct. This is really what I found. I am harboring a student criminal who was suspended for bringing weaponry to school after all…
The comments on this post are really cracking me up, guys. Although I suspect I am much more sympathetic than most females around, I just don’t know that I will ever understand the male point of view on cleaning.
Wow! It looks like my husband put away your silverware.
I’m not sure I see the problem there…is that not a silverware drawer?
is it not filled with what appears to be, in fact, silverware?
Looks to me like a job well done!
Froyd-
This only goes to reinforce the conversation I had last night with my friend, Michelle:
“Oh, MAN! That guy who is on your blog, Froyd?”
“Yah?”
“He is so FUNNY! I mean, there are times that I don’t even have a clue what he is talking about and it STILL makes me laugh!”
“Yup. He’s a hoot-and-a-half for sure!”
Although, this time, I am more than sure she will comprehend quite nicely and join me in crossing our arms and proclaiming huffily:
“Hmph! MEN!”
I am loving the chopstick, measuring cup and WHISK.
Your boys are so funny, Loralee
Kip-
You forgot to add the MEAT TENDERIZING MALLET in the teaspoon slot.
That one was my personal favorite.
I am with Froyd on this one.
I had no problem finding a spoon. In fact it would be almost impossible to miss one looking for anything else!
That is not only a job well done, but efficient use of time and space.
I love the post, but I almost love all the comments more!
My children would say “a job well done,” my husband would say “a job done,” and my Mom would say “a job to do again.”
Some things are universal.
Hmmm…
I would scream, ” (insert kid 1 name here) and (insert kid 2 name here) get your butt downstairs and ACTUALLY put the siverwear away!”
Currently I close my eyes when I look in my kitchen cabinets. I really WANT to organize them.
Well, what can I say. At least they DID their chores, things WERE put away (not in usual places, but AWAY nonetheless!), so I guess I wouldn’t be too hard on them. Just be thankful that your sons DO chores. So many families never even THINK of asking kids to do anything around the house.
I think it’s those kinds of kids who say they are so BORED, and so they go out and throw ice water on nursing home residents, or set fire to cats, and they tell the authorities, “We were BORED!”
Being the mother of a nine-year-old boy, can I tell you how much I loved this post, LL? I laughed out loud. So very funny and so very, very true. Loved it.
I don’t get it, could you explain to me, in layman terms, what, exactly is wrong with the picture?
The first picture looks perfectly acceptable.
The second picture could be a nice Miami Kitchen, but I won’t get into that.
Frosted Mini Wheats… I see LL learned a lesson from my intrepid reporting.
It was all worth it.
It looks like my husband unloaded the dishwasher at your house!
WTF is a “teaspoon slot?”
Are you trying to tell me that you not only have to sort the spoons from the other utencils, but there is more than one type of spoon that needs separation from the others?!
What kind of an obsessive-compulsive house do you live in? I mean, I’m all for tossing the forks in the general direction of the forky-shaped outline area in the plastic thingy in the drawer, but if I was ever asked to go back and re-sort, I would… umm… well, I would probably ignore it until the next pms week, when it would all of a sudden turn into an excuse for female violence, in which case I would run out of the house as fast as I could, and head to the nearest bar and/or male friend’s place, hopefully bunking out with a (male – I don’t want to die) friend for a few nights, until the blood flowing in the household is no longer mine.
Anyway, as long as said forks didn’t bounce off the forky-shaped-cutout thingy and land on the floor, those suckas are in the right place in my book!
Is there a handgun slot, too?
Ha, Alex.
Anyone who knows me can firmly attest to me not living in an a house of OCD.
I have actually prayed for OCD on occasion- “Please let me freak and be so uncomfortable if the dishes aren’t done, the floor isn’t spotless or the laundry isn’t folded just so.”
All I ever got out of it is a “Teaspoon slot” and a hefty compulsion to write lists and hadwritten letters compulsively perfect.
Great.