This will not be inspiring in any way related to exercising, cooking, or political rants. I suggest you go find a cute mommy blog somewhere if you want to be inspired thusly, or perhaps Drudge Report if you want political.
I have very few rules in my house for the minors who live here. No hitting. No name calling. We don’t cuss or use the Lord’s name in vain. The easiest rule to follow, and the most flagrantly broken, is this one: Food Stays in the Kitchen.
Where do you think I find food, crumbs, dishes and wrappers?
This ticks me off.
Popsicle wrappers. Granola bar wrappers. Thankfully, no P*p T*rt wrappers…look up my Pop Tart posts in the archives. Ritz cracker crumbs. Nuts. Candy wrappers. Empty pop cans. (We don’t even have pop in cans that often.) Water bottles. Water bottle lids. Raisins. Dried cranberries. Saltine cracker crumbs. Muenster cheese slices. String cheese chunks. Cereal bowls. Mason jars. Forks and spoons. Stray candies…this not so much but it does happen occasionally.
Here is a list of WHERE I have found these things.
Near computer keyboards.
In the bedroom of the child who is most terrified of bugs. Seriously???
Under the couches.
In the basement in tupperware containers. Ew.
In bathrooms. Oh. Em. Yuck.
If the minors in my house would please, kindly obey the one rule, I would turn a blind ear to expletives, name calling, and maybe even an uppercut or two. Please. FOOD STAYS IN THE KITCHEN.
That is all.