WARNING This blog contains broad generalisations and gender stereotypical prejudices
This Easter weekend I have declared war on mess. I am over it. It seems that wherever I look there is something lying where it shouldn’t be; mostly on the floor. Now obviously in a house of four children, it is never going to be perfectly tidy, and that’s ok, I can deal with that, but lately it has reached epic proportions.
I blame three people:
Ava, who is crawling everywhere and just randomly dropping stuff when she finds something slightly more interesting or chewable;
Bailey, who gets out seven toys to play with and then decides he has had enough of playing with them, and finds another seven toys, without picking up the first ones;
And myself, because right now I should be cleaning the lounge room and instead I am cursed with this incessant need to blog at the expense of all else.
But mostly I blame Bailey.
At one thirty I sent the kids into their rooms to clean them.
It is three o’clock and they have just finished. At about quarter past two I went into the ‘B’ room to find a bigger mess than before, and Bridie and Bailey playing doctors. So after a stern talking to, I offered to help, because let’s face it, we have all been confronted by a mess so enormous we have no idea where to start, and it’s even more daunting when you are two or four.
Unfortunately me ‘helping’ meant me doing pretty much everything while Bridie meticulously arranged the teddies on her bed. (Hey they are off the floor, so I am happy.)
Now it’s probably my fault, but Bailey just doesn’t have the tidying skills that the girls possess. I haven’t really taught him, which is a result of being the third child along, I suppose. I have educated Taylah and, to a lesser extent Bridie (she is actually very neat when she decides to be; which is not very often) on how to put things away where they go when we are finished using them. Now the message hasn’t completely sunk in; Taylah missed ballet yesterday because she couldn’t find her leotard, but it is getting through. I can say to them at least, ‘put it where it goes,’ and ninety-nine percent of the time it makes it there.
Today I came to the conclusion, that Bailey has missed out on the ‘clean gene.’
He just doesn’t get it.
I thought, ‘ok, I will focus on teaching Bailey how to tidy,’ and it was a nightmare! Right now I can see that the books I told him to put on the bookshelf, are lying next to the book shelf- not on it. Now even Taylah who does a wonderful lazy Lucy impression, would have had the drive to try and cram it roughly on the shelf somehow. Bailey can’t even manage that!
I realised, (after picking up the same toy, and putting it away for the third time,) that there is not one part of him that was committed to my cause. He really did not care.
Now the girls have never rejoiced with glee over cleaning either, but at least they resign themselves to it (the plight of a woman), and enjoy the fruits of their labour. When we were done, and I made a big display of how wonderful and clean it was, Bailey was not moved! It might as well have still been messy for the reaction he gave.
Now because I have three girls and one boy, I can technically pretend I am an expert on gender differences, when really I am just an expert in the personality differences of my children. Yet after studying the vast differences between Bailey’s emotionless response to his clean, tidy room and made bed, and Taylah’s delight over how great the ‘B’ room looked, I am just going to say it; when God made boys he stuffed up. He didn’t put the clean gene in.
Now I am not the worlds cleanest person. Don’t get me wrong, I love a neat orderly home, but as is probably obvious by now, I love blogging more and given the choice between housework and an inspired rant on the Internet….well the housework can wait. But even I can see that the x chromosome, on the whole, seems to be a whole lot tidier than the y.
It’s like they just don’t see mess.
To prove this point I conducted an experiment. After GEMS one morning, one of the mothers accidentally left behind a pair of her sons shorts. Not wanting to forget to give them to her next time, or get lost in our kids wardrobes, I left them sitting on the back of one of the dining room chairs, until our next meeting.
A month later.
No one noticed.
Now I would expect that from the kids, since it wasn’t on one of their chairs, but Tim as well? Like I said, no clean gene!
Yes I realise that I am being completely sexist but you can’t say you weren’t warned! And maybe if anyone apart from the random viewer left a comment on this blog, they would tell me that their husband, or father, or neighbour down the road is far neater than them, but I won’t hold my breath. And today at least, I stand by my claims and if you disagree, get your own blog! (But please don’t stop reading mine.)
I’m finishing this post with a photo of the cleaned B room. Someone apart from me and the girls should appreciate it. But it’s also photo proof that I did something more today than blog.
And with that, I better clean the lounge room.