I’m still in my night gown. Having Chia tea , and finished off a cup of chocolate pudding ( had to eat before 5 due to caffeine) and listening to this incredible band is nervina to me .. it’s a stay vacation lol
In our Spotted Horsham Community Group, a post was shared from a mum who was tired of arguing with her teenage son about cleaning his room. She decided to sprinkle black rice in his room to make it look like mice droppings.
Another mum in the group responded with this:
“I just want to thank whoever posted about the mouse and black rice. I owe you big time. I’m having my house painted this week and I was sick of being mortified of my 18 yo sons room!
I am awful but I texted him and told him the painter just swore he saw a mouse and there’s droppings. He comes home and he was so upset and grossed out that he cleaned his room for four hours.
Leaves and texts me he is so sorry he will be mopping the floor in there and he will find it. If I wasn’t so happy and just got all my cups and spoons back I might feel a little guilty.
Oh and his sister is still cleaning her room because she doesn’t want it to come in her room next.😂🤣
Here’s a pic of my work- left it by the sand from his work boots and in the corner of the room and his cupboard.
I now realize this is a must, and know full well that ex thought I should have done everything .l
“A friend came to my house for coffee, we sat down and talked about life. After a while I interrupted the conversation and said to him, ′′I’m going to wash the dishes, I’ll be right back.” He looked at me like I told him he was going to build a spaceship. So he said to me with admiration and a little stumped, ′′Glad you help your wife, I rarely help mine because when I do she never thank me. Last week I washed the floor and she didn’t even tell me to thank you.” I sat back down with him again and explained to him that I don’t ′′help′′ my wife. Actually, my wife doesn’t need help, she needs a partner, a teammate. I’m her home partner… and due to that, all functions are divided, which is not “help” with household chores. I don’t “help” my wife clean the house because I also live in it and I need to clean it too. I don’t “help” my wife cook, because I also want to eat and I need to cook too. I don’t “help” her washing dishes after eating, because I use these dishes too. I don’t “help” my wife with kids, because they are mine too and I have to be a father. I don’t “help” my wife wash, extend, fold, and put away laundry because it’s mine and my kids too. I don’t give a “helping hand” at home, I’m part of it. Then with respect, I asked my friend when was the last time his wife finished cleaning the house, doing laundry, changing the bedsheets, bathing the kids, cooking, organizing, etc.. and did he say: “thank you?” I mean a real thank you, like, “Wow, baby!! You’re amazing!!” Does this all seem absurd? Does it sound weird to you? When, once in your life, you cleaned the floor, you expected at least an excellence award with great glory… why? Haven’t you ever thought about that? Maybe, because for you, macho culture taught you that everything is a woman’s task. Maybe you’ve been taught that all this should be done without you having to move a finger. So praise her as you would like to be praised, likewise, with the same intensity. Hold her hand and behave like a true companion, and assume your part, don’t behave like a guest who simply comes to eat, sleep, shower, and satisfy sexual needs… feel at home, in your home. Change in our society begins in our homes, teaching our children the true sense of fellowship!” Credit: Nino Razmadze