I am not a napkin. My kids are constantly wiping their faces-hands-feet all over my sleeve-leg-arm. Really, I'm not a napkin. Knock it off.
Matt has the boys so trained that they actually go and wash their faces and hands whether they need to or not at the mere sight of him in a suit. So why, then, do I have to use a mirror to check the back of my shoulders for sludge before leaving the house? Oh yeah, because I'm a human napkin.
I know everyone counsels that one day I will miss the fingerprints on the tables. The windows. The walls. The mirrors. The television. The door jams. The inside of the car windows. The refrigerator. And on and on and on. But today I am disenchanted with my messy universe. The harder I try, the more determined to grime things up they become.
So I did not at one point this week stare down my six (nearly seven and old enough to know better) with such disappointment that it brought him to near tears over his EVERYWHERE fingerprints. Not me! Not when seconds--and I'm not exaggerating even a little bit--seconds after I finished a perfect streak free cleaning of the large sliding door off our kitchen he ran his two sticky mitts full force into the glass.
And I did not let the heat of my disbelief fly his way when just minutes after our firm but controlled discussion of why it was inconsiderate to have messed up the glass while I was cleaning it did he follow me upstairs and blatantly spray a water bottle directly at the mirror in my master bath. REALLY? On your bed while I cool down just a bit if you please. No, not me!
I realize this is small stuff folks, but sometimes the small stuff is all I get done in a day. Capiche? Sometimes having a clean mirror to look at the darkening circles under my eyes or a crystal clear view of the yard work that awaits is as far as I get. So I'm taking it upon myself to focus on the small things to teach my kids the big things--like noticing the hard work of others and realizing that the house feels better when its just a bit cleaner. I try to stay in the big picture and mostly succeed, but this week I have to rationalize that the only life lesson I did not teach my kids was impatience and pettiness. Not me! Sheesh. I'm glad it's next week already.