I Get By With A Little Help From My Kids…

I’m trying to teach my children a little more responsibility.  I’m trying to encourage them to be productive members of the household.  I’m trying to teach them skills that will one day help them find a woman who would want to marry them.  (Well, one woman for each child, not one woman for the three to share…I may be reading 51 Shades of Grey, but I really don’t want my children living that much of an alternative lifestyle.  But I digress.)

So, in order to help make them marriage material, I’m trying to teach them some basic manners and give them chores around the house.  I’m not ready to turn over the laundry duties yet.  I’m a bit of a freak regarding organized closets, and if they put their own clothes away I would probably have a heart attack (or panic attack) every time I would happen to glance into their closet.  So, I’m starting small:  unloading the dishwasher.  Seems easy enough.  It’s pretty straightforward regarding dishes, cups and silverware placement.  Not hard, right?

I have one drawer in my kitchen set up for lunch supplies (all three kids bring their lunch because our schools don’t have cafeterias or hot (or cold, for that matter) lunch service).  The drawer is filled with sandwich containers, Thermoses and other supplies.  After a few months of the kids unloading the dishwasher, this is what the lunch supply drawer looked like:

 

The day I couldn’t get the drawer shut is the day I had to re-take control of my life, starting here.  This is what the drawer is supposed to look like:

 

 

Some people need Xanax, others meditation.  For me, I need a well organized lunch supply drawer to find my happy place.

And yes, I have the special cupcake holders so the frosting doesn’t get smushed and I have the Tupperware banana holders so the bananas don’t get icky in the lunchbox.  Don’t judge me.

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