IN WHICH I POWER-RANK MY CHILDREN IN ORDER OF THEIR GENERAL USEFULNESS AROUND THE HOUSE
ROUND ONE: CLEANING UP TOYS
Okay guys, we need to clean up the Legos. Every single Lego needs to get picked up and put in the blue Lego bag over there. Got it? Go.
Sits down, then puts forehead on floor. Sl-o-o-w-ly picks up a single, solitary Lego brick. Scoots belly-down like a slug over to Lego bag. Sits up, stares at ceiling. Holds hand over bag and lets Lego fall through fingers. Lego hits the bag and immediately bounces back out onto floor. Collapses in exhaustion.
This is going to take forever. FOREVER. How long is this going to take? FOREVER. I never get to do anything because I have to clean up all the time and also FOREVER. I'm not cleaning those Legos up because I'm still playing with them. And I'm not cleaning those Legos up because even though they are right in front of me I have gone selectively blind. I will clean those Legos up, at least, but only after I've spent 10 minutes complaining about them, which equals approximately three-and-a-half FOREVERS.
Hurls Legos to floor, runs. Has Legos in mouth, probably.
ROUND TWO: HAND ME THAT THING
Okay guys, hand me that thing. That thing right in front of you. Right, that thing.
Hands me that thing, immediately and enthusiastically, but knocks over an entire cup of juice in the process.
What thing? This thing?
Me: NO, WRONG THING.
What is a thing?
Me: *EXPLAINS THING*
What does a thing look like?
Me: *DESCRIBES THING; COLOR, PURPOSE, MATERIAL, ETC.*
Where is the thing?
Me: RIGHT THERE, IN FRONT OF YOU.
Oh! Okay. One minute.
*leaves, heads to bathroom, brings back the sink drain stopper*
Score: 1/5, for effort
Hurls thing to floor, runs. Has other thing that I need in mouth, probably.
ROUND THREE: OH LAWDY IT'S A JUICE SPILL
Okay guys, someone's spilled some juice. What do you do?
Is totally the one who spilled the juice. Will totally sit there and do nothing (while sitting in bonus puddle of maple syrup that will also go unnoticed and undealt-with). When asked what they teach him at that fancy-pants Montessori school that he and a good deal of our money go to everyday, will respond by getting a towel and throwing it sort-of in the direction of the spill. Will then tap towel with foot before recoiling in sticky disgust and return to his syrup-covered seat.
Ezra spilled his juice Ezra spilled his juice Mom Mom Mom Ezra spilled his juice Mom it's going everywhere oh no Mom Mom Mom Ezra spilled his juice it's on the floor now too Mom Mom Mom Mom.
Score: 1/5, mostly for the Amy Poehler impression
Hurls spill-proof sippy cup to the floor, because THAT'S how you don't spill juice, bitches. Not sure what your damage is.
ROUND FOUR: THROW THIS OUT
Okay guys, we've cleaned up the juice spill with some paper towels. Please throw them out.
Gets immediately and irrationally attached to Mister Paper Towel Wad. Mister Paper Towel Wad is later found in his backback/lunchbox/"house"/bed, covered in ants.
After a five-minute lecture about the environment and whether or not we can reuse Mister Paper Towel Wad, followed by another five minutes of anxiety over whether or not Mister Paper Towel Wad would be recyled as another paper towel specifically and not something different, I give up and throw Mister Fucking Paper Towel Wad into the trash myself, then lie about sending him upstate to live on a nice big paper towel farm.
Happily and joyfully throws it out. Because throwing things out is his FAVORITE. Things that he also threw out today include a perfectly serviceable sippy cup, my good nail file, Legos, four unopened cans of tuna fish and our voter registration forms.
ROUND FIVE: PUT YO SHOES ON
Okay guys, it's time to go. Put yo shoes on.
*gets sneakers, puts them on*
No, these are for Friday, when I am a grown-up.
*takes sneakers off, puts Crocs on*
No, it is raining today.
*takes Crocs off, puts rainboots on*
Me: PLEASE NOTE THAT IT IS NOT RAINING.
*takes rainboots off, puts snowboots on*
Me: PLEASE NOTE THAT IT IS 70 DEGR- AW FUCK IT. GOOD JOB, EZ!
Where are my shoes where are my shoes I can't find my shoes where did I leave my shoes oh no my shoes are gone FOREVER and I will never find them FOREVER AGAIN I'm just not going anywhere ever and
*trips over shoes sitting in plain sight, in middle of living room floor*
Oh hey I found them Mom!
Me: GOOD JOB, NOAH!
Shhz? Shhz! Shhz shhz go bye car shhz!
*actually goes and gets his shhz, tries valiantly to put them on himself before bringing them to me*
Hawp? Shhz? Mama? Mama hawp shhz?
Score: 5/5, because ADORABLE
10 points each out of a possible 25. Three-way tie. Overall usefulness around the house still woefully subpar, but hey, at least they are all super-cute.