So, I wrote this AGES ago….and apparently forgot to actually push the publish button. Go, Mom Brain! I was wondering why it had no views. My intelligence is UNMATCHED in the human world!
So, I was inspired by Allison over at MotherhoodWTF to see what happened when I didn’t nag my family to pick up after themselves. And by inspired, I mean I copied her idea exactly. Here are the (surprising) results of that experiment.
NAG ZONE 1: THE KITCHEN DESK
A recap of what it looked like before, when I had cleaned it of everything that did not belong on it.
Look how much win this is! I only added a book, a couple of pencils, and stuff that belongs on the desk because the desk is for paperwork, and it is paperwork! GO, TEAM NO NAGGING!
NAG ZONE 2: THE KITCHEN COUNTER
When it was clean:
The progression: Day 1
The pile of crap just…SPREAD OUT! AAAAH! Also, bread. There is no need to pick up things that you have gotten out to use when Karen will just beg and plead with you ten times to put it away. Or will she?
NAG ZONE 3: THE LIVING ROOM
After 2 days:
This was another surprise for me. Not much damage, when, in general, when I’m Naggy McNaggerson, this room is a DISASTER of toys and pillows and blankets all over everywhere.
NO NAG ZONE 4: BANE OF MY EXISTENCE. I.E. THE STAIRS
Before. Really. This is the “clean” version.
I HATE these stairs and all the stuff that collects on it. There is NEVER not anything on the stairs to be tripped over. DO THEY NOT UNDERSTAND?! I am a hovering helicopter parent, and I have nightmares that they trip on the stairs and break a tooth and get an oral infection and DIE!!!!!
NAG ZONE 5: THE KITCHEN TABLE
After: I decided to take lots of pictures of this for reasons unknown to me.
This is what made my eyeballs twitch for the two experimental days. Because I knew that ketchup needed to be refrigerated and I would have to throw it away. I just kept whispering to myself, “It’s already almost gone anyway. I also knew I was going to hear, “But it’s staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaale!!!!!” the next time he wanted to eat that cereal that he left on the table for two days. Open, of course.
RESULTS: I learned two things. One, when I don’t nag, they actually pick up MORE than usual! CRAZY! My house did NOT become an unacceptable level of filthy.
Two, and this was the one that surprised me most, I didn’t mind so much (other than knowing I was going to have to toss perfectly good ketchup. I made them eat the stale cereal.) Also, we were so much happier without me nagging. We enjoyed our mess and did fun things instead of me repeating myself over and over and getting angrier and angrier and then yelling, as that’s the only way things get done, or so I thought. Turns out, if I don’t yell or even ask, they clean up after themselves on their own, just not right away, as is my preference. I was a LOT calmer and less stressed, though it does suck to clean all the things as my job during the day and have stuff explode on it the second they walk in the door. However, I am, in general, a museum liver (not to be confused with a cow or sheep liver), and that’s just not possible with three kids. Anyway, no nagging means winning. We were fun and happy, and only a little messier than usual.
NO NAG ZONE CONCLUSION: SUCCESS!!!!