I definitely give up on the evidence. I have tried it in all ways and ways but it is impossible, they do not understand it. So it's over, it’s proven that The concept "order" does not exist in the universe of my children.
I am very clear that those perfect houses, with everything collected are science fiction, or their inhabitants are plaster, but it is that I do not even get to be able to enjoy one of the medium type, one of those where chaos does not reign, at least the most of the time.
On Mondays, our ecosystem, also known in the old days as "home Sweet Home" it is restarted, as well as Pc, everything is back in order, without overloads, dust or pieces on the floor, crumbs on sofas or stuffed animals by cushions. All in perfect balance, the paradise of many adults and my children ... now I explain myself.
I usually arrive with my children at about six in the afternoon and everything is in place. All this ecosystem lasts intact what it takes the kids to take off their coats and leave them one in the hall and the other on the living room table, the backpacks, which will appear the next day somewhere in the kitchen or in one of the cabinets of the bathroom, some shoes that are not known as they end up on my laptop or in the cat's bed (we have talked seriously with him and swears and perjura that he has no interest in our shoes and that they register him, but he has not been) .
As it is Monday and I would like to be able to enjoy my tidy house a little more, while I prepare the snack I plug in the small beasts soother, known by its commercial name as "Television". Snack ready and now in a direct relationship with what my little gourmets want the food that I have prepared and I will find pieces of fruit, bread, sausage, salami or cold meat in a radius of less than three meters of them.
End of the snack and "happy hour" begins, of course, for my children, that is to see what they are going to play with for five or at most, ten minutes. For this they will spend the next half hour taking out each and every one of the toys in their room, which flood will be depositing pieces of plastic, wood, cars and boats for the rest of the house.
Moving through such a scenario becomes a hard test worthy of the training of special forces, for them, the little ones are only part of the landscape. Tired of arguing with them about the convenience of picking up a toy before taking out the next one, I became a mere observer of their movements.
And this is how I realized that the moment a toy touches the ground it becomes part of the orography of the room, that is, what for us is an obstacle that we withdraw or get out of our way, for them it is one more element of the land, such as a bush, a rock buried in the ground or a simple pothole, is there and either jumps, passes over or simply surrounds itself. Do any of you when you go to the field take the trees and put them in the "tree drawer"? Well my children with cars either.
Only when by mistake or failure of the child sound one of them steps by mistake a sharp corner is when the papaaaaaaa, the cries and the "silly piece" appear. Of course, the aggressor piece is not saved, nor is it left in a secluded place but it is taken and thrown with force, and to be able to show everyone present how pissed off one is, again against the ground (another day I will speak about the "feeling of guilt", another feeling that also does not exist in your universe).
And so time passes until the terrible time comes to collect the tsunami, which is when the screams, cries, calls to order and oaths in Aramaic (these for my part) begin that tomorrow a toy is not taken without having picked up before previous. Morning? Do not bother, the concept "tomorrow" does not exist either.
And then you see those images of happy children picking up their toys according to Pantonne's color scale and you look at yours who only lack the orange pajamas that they put on Guantanamo's, at least for the face they put on and at the rate they They pick up and you know that either you have missed some chapter of this about fatherhood or we are surrounded by misleading advertising.
And you, Is there "order" in the concepts of your children?
