On days when my list of things-to-do is longer than the 24 hour M.A.S.H. marathon on TV, I have to grit my teeth and ask for help. The teeth gritting isn’t because I’m a control freak…necessarily…but because I have four children who walk behind me and either quietly undo what I’ve just done or do things so…um…creatively that I am compelled to do them all over again.
Really…I’m NOT a control freak. (Sharn, you stay out of this one!)
I’ve been promising Allegra a pair of flannel pajama pants for months. I’ve looked at the pattern, washed the fabric, and ironed it.
That alone took me 6 weeks.
So finally the other day I layed it all out on my work table in the basement, and instead of blogging or paying the bills, or making sure the load of towels got into the dryer, I pinned the pattern on the fabric.
But then life intervened and Chris needed me to make copies and phone calls, and then there was a fight I needed to break up, and then it was time to make dinner, and THEN I had to run Allegra to the church, so I never got back down there.
Oh, but Gabe did!
The next day I found all of my pins very neatly removed and placed back in their magnetic pin holder.
Helpful little munchkin isn’t he?
And then, Gabe and Malachi decided to help me unload the dishwasher….with their toes…while sitting on the counter.
They get points for creativity but I know how dirty those toes were. We might have to go ethnic and eat Indian food with our hands this week.