Until about 10.00 am this morning there was a salted peanut in our crockery cupboard.
This salted peanut had been there for at least 4 months. I noticed it and decided that I would see how long it would take someone, other than me, to notice it and chuck it out. By someone I mean my husband as he is the only one at eye height to see the offending peanut.
Today was Mother’s Day in Australia. I miss my mother on Mother’s Day for a lot of reasons including but not limited to the fact that she, like me, would have noticed that peanut 4 months ago and either eaten it or chucked it out.
My husband until reading this blog post was probably completely unaware that the peanut existed.
The most important thing about raising children, I have discovered, is training other human beings to notice stuff that bugs you and do something about it.
Not that they get it right away as I have noticed with the Minx. Being a shoe obsessive, I am over the moon that my daughter is as excited about my eBay boot purchases as I am even if she wears them before I do. What does not thrill me is that she plays houses with her teddies in my shoe boxes despite me explaining how much I like pristine shoe boxes. I am odd that way.
Household mess is the same. Looking at the photo above gives me gut pains. I can see shoes on the floor, clothes on the table and papers everywhere. Most of the time I can ignore it but now and again and usually when I am premenstrual I find myself screaming:
“This house is a mess, a disaster area, a tip, a MIDDEN”
to which my husband replies
“There is nothing wrong with this house“.
The longer I am married the more I realise that men and women see things differently. Household clutter is just the tip of the iceberg of different-ness.
Mother’s Day gifts are another. I would be very happy with Mothers Day gifts that incorporate:
3. nice knickers.
My husband thinks that:
(a) I have too many shoes as it is; and
(b) it would be inappropriate for my children to buy me stockings or lingerie.
I got pyjamas. Very nice pyjamas indeed but that is not what I asked for.
Bearing in mind that my children are stuck living with me for another 10 to 15 years yet, I have time to indoctrinate them on Mothers Day gifts and how I like the house to be kept.
Wish me luck.
Are you a mother? What would your perfect gift be? Are you a child? What odd things does your mother insist on round the house that you have taken on board for yourself?