Now, what is she doing with a photograph of a potato masher on her blog – has she gone completely insane? I hear you ask.
Well no, not quite, not yet anyway.
Recently I’ve put together a rota for household chores for my boys. They want money and I would much rather be writing than cleaning, so each job has a price and each day they tick off the jobs they have done. Sunday is payday.
It’s not always a qualifying success and more often than not I have to nag to make sure the jobs are done. Last week my youngest wasn’t too happy with the amount of money he received at the end of the week and vowed to try harder. I’m still waiting. But I console myself that at least I’m trying to impart some kind of work ethos to the next generation. Maybe their future partners will thank me one day even if the boys don’t.
I also have to turn a blind eye to things not being done quite how I would like them and spend a lot of time hunting around the kitchen as the contents of the dishwasher have been secreted in unusual places.
But the funniest thing out of all this was my youngest’s response when he went to put the potato masher away. He came running in to me saying, “Mum! This got bent in the dishwasher!”
Well you have to laugh. Perhaps I need to add a few cooking lessons too.