Monday, June 09, 2008

The invisible threads that link behaviour with environment...

Look, I could be just kidding myself, but hmmm, this has been a pattern that has played itself out over and over again over the past nine years, and is showing itself again now...

We had a house inspection about 10 days ago, and since then, I've made a real effort to keep the house tidy, and have actually done the dishes MYSELF on nearly a daily basis (didn't do them yesterday, but caught up this morning. Having more energy in the 2nd trimester really does help.

Dave and the kids haven't done a lot, but at the same time, with my direction, they've more or less kept on top of their amazing (truly indescribable) ability to create mess where-ever they walk through the house.

Anyway, so we've just had a long weekend, and lo and behold, it HASN'T been the scream down, cranky pit of hell that our house often descends into when the five of us are contain in this one tiny dwelling for more than 12 hours together...

It did help that I took the boys out from 10am, till 5.30pm on Saturday, and they had a ball at Liam's birthday party. But then, the rest has been pretty good, and usually after a day of excitement, like a birthday party, they're a trainwreck the following day. Yesterday wasn't too bad...

Ok, to be honest, a one point yesterday Erik and Luey did have an enforced nap after Erik tickled Bryn, who Luey was trying to carry around at the time, and Bryn wriggled so much that Luey dropped him, head first, onto the tiles in front of the gasheater, splitting the back of his head open, but seriously this is a not uncommon in our house, and on a weekend such as this one, having this only happen ONCE is a bloody (no pun intended) miracle, really...

Dave took the boys to the park for 1.5hrs yesterday and they kicked a soccer ball around. Apparently, Bryn REALLY got into this, and Luey - as always - was really into it. Erik, as always, LOL, got bored after about 10 minutes and went exploring instead...

Then today they've just hung out, and at one point Dave and Erik baked some honey and cinnamon (modified ginger) snaps, which are delicious! Erik has been after Dave to let him cook with him for a while now, but as helping to cook dinner is really Luey's special thing with Dad, Dave had to find some other special activity for Erik, it looks like baking may be a goer!!!

Anyway, the point of this post was to say, I've noticed - with my kids - over the years, that when the house is tidy and ordered, they are much more ordered themselves, they seem to squabble less and get into stuff they shouldn't get into less. I know that for myself, I feel calmer in a tidy house, and more irretable when sorrounded by mess, so it makes sense that my children would be like this (even if it's just that they pick up on my vibe)...

You'd think that would be incentive enough for me to stay on top of the chaos, LOL...

You'd think...

3 comments:

Amanda O. said...

You know, this has been a pet theory of mine for awhile as well. It's definitely the same thing here - clean (or at least tidy) house equals a lot better day for everyone. Which doesn't mean that there aren't days when I just let it descend into an unmentionable state of crapdom...

Juniper said...

Yeah, I have noticed a similar effect at our house. I am hoping it really does work, because I just gutted DD's bedroom today, and it is spotless. Fingers crossed this is "calm inducing" - shall report back!

Sif said...

Oh, that's a good idea, Jen! Might really help her feel more centred! I did notice that Bryn actually plays with his toys when they're regularly put back in his shelf so he can see them at a glance (as opposed to strewn all over the house).

On that note, I do make Bryn pick up his own toys, LOL, with mine, or the boys' help, and Erik is particularly helpful in arranging Bryn's shelf for him with Bryn bringing him toys from around the house (under my direction, of course)...

And none of this "order" means that shit doesn't happen, it still does, it just happens less often...

Teenagers and the failing parent...