Flylady

For those of you that know me, you know that I am a fan of the Flylady, who has a method of keeping the house and life in order (though you'd not know it from looking at the state of my own house). I have determined, however, that Flylady must not have a three year old. Yesterday, we had a horse that needed to be observed, so I decided that I would paint our "chicken tractor" which was near the paddock where he was confined. AND, I would let the three year old help. He always wants to paint, and the chicken tractor needed not so much to be painted to improve it's looks but to have a protective coating. What a great opportunity for him to paint, right? Wrong. In one second of inattention, he dumped out one-half of the paint onto the grass.

Flylady must also not homeschool. Her refrain is to shine your sink. My two daughters eat all day long. All day, there is activity in our kitchen like a beehive. Many a day you will hear me saying such profound things as "who left their plate on the table?" and "who dumped this oatmeal in the sink?" I do keep after them, but I've determined that there is something in the brain of a developing teen that can't understand picking up after oneself. It takes a constant nudge from a cattle prod to keep them from turning the house upside down. THIS is why people send their kids to school.

Enough complaining for today. William is using a glue stick on the windows of the office so I have to go.