Suspicions about glassware
Apr. 21st, 2008 10:20 pmI am deeply suspicious about the oh-so-innocent glassware tumblers we have in our house. They seem to emit a brain-dampening wave that depresses conscious thought. That is the only explanation that occurs to me. Remember in Tam Lin how Janet discovered she wasn't able to think about the ghost who threw books from her dormitory window, as long as she [Janet] was at school? Yeah. Exactly like that.
I have made several variations on the following little speech to my offspring three or four times this past week: "My darlings, I can't help but notice a teensy little problem whenever I come home from work. Specifically, it seems that every single glass in the house seems to end up, not in the cupboard, in a shiny, pristine, squeaky-clean state as I'd expect, but instead they're filled with Kool-aid and/or Fresca and/or milk and/or what have you and spread out all over the counters. This is a problem, my loves, because it is very difficult to cook dinner when there isn't a spare inch of counterspace, not to mention the irritation of not having any clean glasses when it comes time to serve dinner.
"So do you think you could possibly, possibly pick up the sponge and wash out your own glasses and put them in the drainer throughout the afternoon?"
They gave me stunned, blank, and slightly guilty looks.
"I know it never occurs to you to do so, ordinarily," I said even more sweetly (as sweetly as Dolores Umbridge). "But it really isn't that difficult. So could you try? Please? For me?"
"Yes, Mommy," they chorused, looking ever so angelic.
"Thank you, my precious poppets."
But you guessed it. I come home from work, and there are all the glasses, spread out over the counter again. What could it be? Despite their earnest promises, it seems that whenever that dirty glass is in their hand, the girls make their way, lemming-like, to the kitchen and deposit it on the counter. As if they are absolutely unable to engage their brains to command their hands to clean that glass as long as they are holding it. Despite repeated promises.
It's uncanny. It's perplexing.
I dunno . . . could the glassware be planning something nefarious? Is that why they are loitering in such a suspicious manner on my counters--and mysteriously shutting off my family's higher cognitive functions?
I have made several variations on the following little speech to my offspring three or four times this past week: "My darlings, I can't help but notice a teensy little problem whenever I come home from work. Specifically, it seems that every single glass in the house seems to end up, not in the cupboard, in a shiny, pristine, squeaky-clean state as I'd expect, but instead they're filled with Kool-aid and/or Fresca and/or milk and/or what have you and spread out all over the counters. This is a problem, my loves, because it is very difficult to cook dinner when there isn't a spare inch of counterspace, not to mention the irritation of not having any clean glasses when it comes time to serve dinner.
"So do you think you could possibly, possibly pick up the sponge and wash out your own glasses and put them in the drainer throughout the afternoon?"
They gave me stunned, blank, and slightly guilty looks.
"I know it never occurs to you to do so, ordinarily," I said even more sweetly (as sweetly as Dolores Umbridge). "But it really isn't that difficult. So could you try? Please? For me?"
"Yes, Mommy," they chorused, looking ever so angelic.
"Thank you, my precious poppets."
But you guessed it. I come home from work, and there are all the glasses, spread out over the counter again. What could it be? Despite their earnest promises, it seems that whenever that dirty glass is in their hand, the girls make their way, lemming-like, to the kitchen and deposit it on the counter. As if they are absolutely unable to engage their brains to command their hands to clean that glass as long as they are holding it. Despite repeated promises.
It's uncanny. It's perplexing.
I dunno . . . could the glassware be planning something nefarious? Is that why they are loitering in such a suspicious manner on my counters--and mysteriously shutting off my family's higher cognitive functions?
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Date: 2008-04-22 03:55 am (UTC)But, really, how many seconds does it take to wash a glass? I guess they need to be trained that finishing with a glass and washing it are an indivisible operation.
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Date: 2008-04-22 04:45 am (UTC)And this despite the fact that we've instated a "use one cup per day" rule, so when she wants something to drink, we make her go find the cup she was using.
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Date: 2008-04-22 04:45 am (UTC)Or just let it go for a while. I know this is difficult, my kitchen and bathrooms are the hot spots as far as housekeeping goes (if they're dirty, I'm not a happy housekeeper). BUT in terms of getting dishes washed, I let people know that I'm not going to hunt for dishes/glasses. Then again there are only adults in my house, not children under 18.
just a thought.
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Date: 2008-04-22 05:12 am (UTC)K.
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Date: 2008-04-22 11:11 am (UTC)But I'd have to take out all the coffee mugs, too. They resort to those when the glasses are all dirty.
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Date: 2008-04-22 11:51 am (UTC)I'm just trying to tackle one problem at a time. *sigh*
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Date: 2008-04-22 11:58 am (UTC)Best of luck to you! I know that it really annoys my father, and as far as I know he hasn't managed to stop my sisters from doing it. (I've moved out for college.) If you figure out the secret, pass it along. ^^
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Date: 2008-04-22 01:27 pm (UTC)Which reminds me of when I moved to Linden Hills from Sue Grandys' old place on Lyndale Ave. Since I'm pretty darn forgetful (ask me about my sign name sometime) I posted a big sign in my work cubicle with "You Don't Live There Anymore!" on it.
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Date: 2008-04-22 03:49 pm (UTC)It's unfortunate that laziness and stubbornness can take one so far into the realm of ridiculous.
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Date: 2008-04-22 03:56 pm (UTC)That's for sure. The rule was my parents wouldn't take me to school until I'd made my bed, and I actually went through a phase when I was nine where I slept on my bedroom floor in a sleeping bag, right next to my made bed, because I didn't want to have to make it in the morning. This went on for about two months before I got tired of it, but my mom and dad never said a word.
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Date: 2008-04-23 02:45 am (UTC)What about washing only the set of dishes and utensils that you will use for dinner, forcing them to either eat out of dirty plates or wash them?