I’ve come to the conclusion that my kids must think we have some sort of invisible maid or genie that goes around picking up after them, a la’ the Noo-noo on Teletubies.  And I realize that this is probably of my own doing.  Today we ate lunch at the pool and when my son was done with his chicken tender/french fry bonanza,  got up from the table and went back in the pool.  I cleared the mess but went over to him and reminded him that there are no bus boys at the pool so next time he needs to clear his own plate.  And I added that he owed me a tip.  He and his little friend Sam thought this was hilarious so I’m fining them both since they sat at their own table.  Even as I am typing this he just went out the front door and left it wide open!  Now I sound like my mother yelling at him that we are not air conditioning the outside! 

So I have created the monster that it is easier to pick up after them than to be constantly nagging them to get it done.  Maybe with the school year will come a new plan in our house because actually, there is no maid and three children and one husband equals one big mess.