Secret #26: We turn a blind eye to the gross stuff.
I admit, this is not much of a secret in my house. I would tell it to a stranger walking down the street if they cared to listen. Still yet, it is not something we moms are particularly proud of; it is just a fact of life. [You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have the Facts of Life, the Facts of Life.]
Someone tell me I’m not the only one here old enough for that pop culture reference.
Contrary to appearances, our life is not an 80’s sitcom. There are no cameras rolling when I watch out the kitchen window as my sons continue to eat from apple cores the 100-pound dog just licked. I am not following a script when I see this, consider intervention for approximately half a second, and then go back to making our dinner which, full disclosure, is one of about five meals I cook when I cook. There is no laughter from a live studio audience because THIS IS MY REAL LIFE.
They drop a snack on the floor of Costco, and sure, we throw it away. One has to draw the line somewhere, yes?
But here in my real-life sitcom I allow my kids to eat off 96% of the surface areas of our home. Only the bathrooms and a the 10-square-foot area of the kitchen floor by the trash can and the cat food are off limits.
I would also add a confession here of how often I pretend I don’t see my oldest sneaking her third cereal bar from the pantry, or how I’ve more than once allowed her three-year-old brothers to drag a pizza box straight from the fridge to the floor and eat cold pizza for breakfast, but it’s Saturday and I have a house to clean and a long overdue shower to take.
Have a great weekend, friends.
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