I let my kids make huge, gigantic messes. I love it. How did I end up this way? We’ll need to go back to my own, crazy childhood…
When I was little if I dropped a single crumb from a biscuit it was the end of the world. There was reprimanding, tut-tutting, I’d be shooed out of the house and I’d be left wondering just how I was meant to eat a biscuit without creating any crumbs at all.
It’s not possible. IT’S NOT POSSIBLE.
I remember our vacuum cleaner. It was as heavy as a car and the cord was always snaking around furniture, waiting to trip us up. When my mum was vacuuming it was survival of the fittest. Get out of the way because mum was stopping for no-one. Once she’d gone to the effort of pulling it out of the cupboard and unwinding the cord it was on. Thinking about that cumbersome grey and orange contraption, I can understand her aversion to mess when we were little.
Thankfully, vacuum cleaners are a lot better these days. They look better, they perform better and they weigh much, much less than a car.
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So kids get to make messes. They are allowed to eat a biscuit with NO PLATE and I expect nothing less than a trail of crumbs. I never get mad because mess is a part of life, as is cleaning. And biscuit-crumb-acceptance is just the beginning.
They have been known to convert our lounge room into a secret hideout using chairs, blankets, toys, food products, torches and they’ll stay there for hours playing, using their imaginations, having a ball.
I let them dig holes in the backyard, smear the mud all over themselves (once a day max before bath time), pick up decks of cards and fling them all over the room (as long as they help me pick them up) and use my makeup to put on shows. I let them jump on my bed and wear all my shoes, even the ones that cost more than $60.
As a result of my unconventional parenting I have become the most efficient cleaner in my family. My parents and siblings are in total awe of me. “Jo cleans so quickly, I’ve never seen someone clean as quickly as she does,” they whisper to each other as I wiz around the house making it presentable again. I’m quietly relieved my family acknowledges my cleaning prowess as the title of ‘best cook’ has already been taken by my mum, ‘best baker’ has already been taken by my sister, ‘best with money’ has already been taken by my other sister and ‘best at making coffee’ has already been taken by my brother, so ‘fastest cleaner’ belongs to me.
What they don’t know is how I pull it off. I have a secret cleaning system that allows me to be the world’s coolest mum, the world’s fastest cleaner and the world’s happiest homemaker. For the first time, I am willing to reveal these tricks in the hope that even if my family attempts to replicate the system they will never be able to match my stunning results.