Posts Tagged ‘cleaning’

Busy Fainjin

July 27, 2012

Recently Fainjin’s class read a story about Lazy Duck.  Lazy Duck was in danger of being eaten, so he quickly changed into Busy Duck!  Then they drew pictures of themselves being lazy and busy.  Fainjin’s “Lazy Fainjin” picture had him sitting watching TV, while in his “Busy Fainjin” picture he was drying the dishes.  The pictures are very cute, and I was interested to note that the TV and dish rack are quite detailed but he still draws himself as a stick figure.  With spiky hair and a big smile.

On Monday when he came home from school he wanted to turn on the TV.  “No,” I said, “find something else to do.”  He pondered for a bit, then said, “I could be Busy Fainjin and do the dishes.”

“Excellent idea!” I was impressed.  He dried the dishes and put them away, then wanted to turn on the TV.  “No, find something else to do until 4 o’clock” – 4pm is usually the earliest time we’ll consider turning on the TV in our house.

He wasn’t very happy.  “I could be Watching Fainjin, and watch the clock until then…” But I had a better idea.  “You could be Busy Fainjin again and vacuum the kitchen for me.”

Yeah!” He thought that sounded great, and really enjoyed getting the cleaner out and pushing it around.  It took up a handy amount of time, too, because he wasn’t all that methodical and kept missing patches.  He hasn’t improved all that much since I took these photos.

This afternoon he wanted to vacuum again.  I felt bad, because I had already vacuumed and washed the floor without him while he was at school.  But it’s ok – it will need vacuuming again at least once tomorrow!

© UpsideBackwards 2012.

 

A job well done

July 11, 2012

“This morning is housework morning,” I declared (somewhat reluctantly, I admit, but it has to be done sometime).  Pearl promptly disappeared into her bedroom – I had expected no less.  Fainjin looked interested and said, “Can I help?”

Who in their right mind would turn down an offer like that?

He dried all the dishes first (this is one of his regular jobs).  He carried all the chairs out of the kitchen, and helped me move the table.  He vacuumed the kitchen, then watched with interest as I “finished it off”.  Then we got the bucket and mop, and I demonstrated how to wash the floor.  He washed the rest of the floor, and I mopped up the water afterwards.

Then we moved to the bathroom.  I cleaned the shower, with his running commentary and suggestions.  He helped me clean the basin, and pointed out smears on the mirror for me to clean (he couldn’t reach).  Then I cleaned the basin in the loo, while he scrubbed the toilet bowl.  He vacuumed the bathroom while I finished cleaning the loo, then he washed the floors in both rooms as well.

I hadn’t expected his interest to last the distance!  He did a good job, too.  I daren’t hope that he will become my constant cleaning companion – and eventually take over completely – but wouldn’t it be loverly?

When we’d finished, I carried the chairs back into the kitchen and we sat down for a cuppa (hot chocolate in his case) and a well-deserved chocolate bikkie.  Pearl emerged with a page of mathematics she had undertaken on her own initiative (perhaps out of guilt for dodging the cleaning), and spent the next hour or so writing the start of what might turn into quite a substantial fairy story.

We’ll do more holiday-ish things tomorrow.

© UpsideBackwards 2012.

More space is a good reward for cleaning up

January 18, 2011

I’ve drawn up a “job sheet” for Pearl, in an effort to keep things on track this year.  Now our kitchen is better-arranged, she can dry the dishes and put them away.  Homework is on the list (since it was forgotten for a whole term last year!), and putting her clothes away in her drawers.  When she’s done a whole week of jobs, she can choose a “reward” – extra reading time, a “big people” game night with me and The Dad, computer time, that sort of thing.

Putting her clothes away has been a bugbear, she tends to take her neatly-folded clean laundry and put it on her bed, then sleep on it, ending up with a huge nest of not-quite-clean clothes as well as all sorts of things spilling out of her divan drawers.

When she saw that on the list, she moaned.  “But I can’t put my clothes away, because I can’t shut my drawers!”

I gently pointed out that if her clothes are neatly folded and placed in the drawers, it’s no problem to close them.  Today I helped her sort them out.  Part of that of course was setting aside the clothes that are too small.  One skirt was wept over – a pink one that she got for her fourth birthday and is now too short even to be worn over bike shorts (as well as being four years old, well-loved and getting a bit tatty).  Several tops and jackets were deemed too small despite her attempts to convince me that sleeves coming half-way between elbow and wrist are perfectly fine.

Finally, we were done.  A medium-sized bag of cast-offs awaits delivery to a good home.  A smaller bag of completely worn-out clothes has gone for rags.  All her drawers are neat and tidy, and closed.

“Wow!  I’ve got heaps of room now!” she was surprised at the difference.

Just the point I was trying to make.

© UpsideBackwards 2011.


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