For every household action, there is an equal houseWORK reaction.
It is simply up to me whether the 'action' is worth the consequential 'reaction'.
For example, in my (tad bit pedantic) world...
Fresh crusty rolls with lunch = a quick vac apres meal.
Painting = wiping the tiles (and various surfaces around the place) afterwards.
Baking with kid(s) = a serious, sticky wipe down and probably a mop.
Happy, splashy baths = bathroom wipe down and possible mop.
Craft activities = glue removal from furniture and vacuuming glitter for weeks.
Beach trips = sand sweeping/sucking for an undetermined period of time.
Renovation = weeks of pointless-getting-absolutely-nowhere cleaning.
Play doh play = picking crusty play doh from carpet, furniture, clothing, hair...
Icy poles = sporadic wiping/mopping of sticky spots around the joint.
Toilet training = the necessary but tortuous equivalent of housework hell.
Home made cubbies = re-'homing' household items for days.
Parties = days of prior cleaning/setting up combined with days of post cleaning/pulling down
That cheap Christmas fake snow = days of window scrubbing and vacuuming.
All of these (and so many more) are completely worth it in my eyes.
Equitable equations that don't particularly phase me.
However, according to my scientific calculations, a sandpit tips the scales into dangerous territory.
A sandpit is absolutely not worth the house proud pain and suffering it would cause me.
Bad Mum Alert! Bad Mum Alert!
|No, honey. We won't be taking this one home.|
And nor will Santa if he knows what's good for him.
Are you pro-pit?