I often ask my children why they are hell bent on learning the same lesson over and over again. You know, why can’t they just learn their lesson the first time and move on with their life?
Today I realized that perhaps I need to heed the same advice.
My 7 and 8 yr old sons share a bedroom and they have their own attached bathroom. They are responsible for keeping both clean and tidy. I wash the floors and scrub out the tub, but I think that they are perfectly capable of wiping down the sink and toilet with cleaning wipes, rinsing their toothpaste out of the sink, making their beds, etc. I assure you that they are not toiling in the Gulag.
And I do remind them, almost daily to do it. And always I am met with assurances that it has been done.
I rarely have a need to go into their bathroom. And even less of a reason to closely examine it. This afternoon I was in there gathering towels and bath rugs, doing the hard cleaning like washing toothpaste off the walls. Why, in the name of all that is good and noble in this world, why do they get toothpaste on the walls? And I noticed a smell in the room. A yucky, dirty, am I in a public restroom sort of smell.
I looked over at the toilet and at first glance it looked clean. Then I lifted the lid. Oh Lord have mercy, I have never ever seen anything like that in my life. IN MY LIFE.
I screamed my head off called for my boys and pointed to the toilet, because I seriously had no words. Not a one.
They looked at the toilet, looked at me, looked at each other and offered up no explanation.
“Whaaa-aaaaat happened?” I finally managed to get out.
Still they looked confused.
“Have you been cleaning the toilet and around the toilet like you are supposed to?”
“We thought we just had to clean the lid.”
At this point my head may have exploded off of my shoulders and rolled right out of the room. So we had another lesson on how to properly clean, along with the helpful suggestion that if they worked on their aim perhaps they wouldn’t need to clean so much.
This experience was as much a lesson for me. I need to hold them accountable more often. To not feel bad about checking up on them every day and examining their chores carefully to make sure that they are done the way that they are supposed to be done. To make sure that I take the time to check so that nothing gets that out of control again.
And now I must go scrub my eyes with some bleach.