With a newborn in one hand and most of my kids home, I’m keeping my summer bucket list pretty simple.
Organize the kids’ closets.
Organize my cabinet.
By “my cabinet” I mean my personal arsenal where I keep all the most valuable items in the house and all my weapons, including those that can easily turn into weapons of mass destruction.
Elmer’s liquid glue.
Bucket of 10,000 fuse beads.
In the wrong hands, all of these can wreak havoc. But used correctly, they can save lives.
As soon as I put the baby down, I make a beeline to my cabinet and make yet another attempt to tackle it.
I start emptying it out, finding all different things I’ve taken away from my kids over the past few months. A growing stash of bouncy balls of every size and color that were being used in the wrong place and other things like that.
My 3 & 5 year old little boys are watching me wide eyed. I need to find something to keep them busy with so I can knock this off my list at last.
Frisbees! I came across two frisbees stuffed in the back of the top shelf; I don’t remember why I put them there to begin with, but I’m thrilled to find them. And so are they. They proudly march off with their frisbees, and I continue my work.
I come across two cardboard mailing tubes that had once contained enlarged photos.
Ah, that’ll make a great toy too!
I call my little boys and offer them the super cool cardboard tubes. I give them some creative ideas what they can use it for-it’ll be a great tunnel for their cars or they can roll balls through it.
I’m pretty pleased with my ideas and go back to my organizing.
The frisbee and cardboard tube seemed to be doing the trick.
They’re playing together and I’m organizing.
Eventually I pop in to check on them.
“What are you guys doing?” I can’t help but ask.
“We’re having a sword fight!” They excitedly tell me.
“Yeah look, we each have a sword and a shield!”
The frisbee. A shield.
The cardboard tube. A sword.
I’m watch them, stunned. Unbeknownst do me, I had given them a sword and a shield.
I pride myself in my adapting to how little boys work. With a houseful of them, I’ve learned to play life by their rules. And I do admit, their version of life, despite the mess, is quite exciting! This is not something that came natural to me, but I’ve learned to love it.
And just when I thought I had it all figured out, they did a number on me. I had forgotten one of the golden rules about boys; anything and everything can and will be turned into a war weapon, regardless of how many rules you make against it.
I watch them gleefully running and playing and I know that really and truly, I will never be one of them. I’m doubting if it’s possible to really see the world through their magical eyes.
And that’s life with boys; you gotta just love them. Otherwise you’ll go crazy. And even worse, you’ll never, ever finish organizing your cabinets.