I’ll let you all into a little secret…my kids are messy people. Very, very messy people.
I can blitz this house, tidy and clean it to within an inch of its life, stage it like something out of Homes and Gardens and within twenty minutes it looks like the aftermath of a hurricane!
Apparently my kids were secretly born into some aristocratic family with maids and butlers who should run around after them picking up their jigsaw pieces, folding away their pjs, tidying up their tablet chargers and putting all the teeny tiny, nightmarishly small bits of plastic what-not from Sylvanian Families back in their teeny tiny treehouses (does that give you any clue how much I despise those little furry, feeble bits of overdressed-for-the-occasion creatures?). And before you ask,no, it has nothing to do with the fact that I always wanted them as a kid and never got them – honest!
Anyway, as you can probably guess, this live-in nanny-maid-butler-cook-and-bottle-washer has had it up to her eyeballs with picking up everybody else’s detritus without receiving so much as a thank you now and again!
So, kids, I’m sorry but it had to be done. We need to restore calm, sense and order to this happy household and get mummy’s sanity back on track.
It’s the return of the Sunday Box. The rules of the game are simple.
- All crap not cleared from the floor/table/stairs/under the bed before bedtime and returned to its rightful place gets picked up by yours truly and stored in the Sunday box. Why the Sunday Box? Because that, my little friends is the day you will get your things back. Don’t want your mobile phone in the box? Put it the heck away!
- Every. Single. Night. the mess will be cleared and stored in the box (*note to self, may need a second box).
- Come Sunday the box will be placed ceremoniously in the kitchen. You will have until bedtime to reclaim any items you wish to keep and then you have to put them away.
- Any items not retrieved and put away before bedtime on Sunday will wend their merry way to the charity shop on Monday morning.
- Do not pass Go. Do not claim anything out of that box before Sunday. There is no mercy. No earning it back.
Signed. The Management.
You will need
A large box (I am a sucker for a pretty box and own a vinyl cutter hence the appropriately labelled box).
A will of iron not to allow small crying child to retrieve the Sylvanian Hedgehog family from the box.
A bin bag come Monday morning for the rubbish they can’t be bothered to put away.
But I promise, this works like a dream. From past experience two weeks of the Sunday box is sufficient to corale them into tidy mode for around six months. At which point the Sunday Box may need to stage a comeback. Try it…you’ll thank me for it x