“Mama? I put dis in da trash?”
C is holding up a dirty diaper. I folded it neatly on itself, but I left it on the coffee table after changing the baby.
“Sure baby. That would be very helpful.” I smile as she walks away, holding the offending diaper between her thumb and index finger. Unlike her parents C is a bit of a neat freak. She hates to go to sleep in a messy room. She puts her toys away. She loves to throw trash in the garbage.
I understand her need for order. I appreciate the calm that cleaning and organizing can provide. I can even grasp the peace of mind that comes from being in a clean room. But in practice I just. can’t. do. it. If I have twenty free minutes I want to spend them blogging, reading, writing, even cooking! But not cleaning, folding laundry, or tidying up a room.
So the toy piles overflow, the laundry piles grown, the clean dishes litter the counter and poor C frets about the state of our house. M and I watch her and wonder where her inclination comes from. Does it skip a generation? Do we become slobs (Yes, I admit it. Slobs! We’re slobs!) because our parents were neat? Will she be a neat freak because we’re slobs? And more importantly, when will she be old enough to clean up after us? After all, isn’t that why we had kids in the first place?