I feel that turn into ass-stupid. Every day I repeat to Yaroslav and Kate the same memorized phrases: “Yarik, hang up the jacket on a hanger”, “Katya, pick up toys», «Yarik, clean up on the table”, “Kate, put your pencils in the box”. Some household maniac, one word. But if I don’t turn this broken record here, our apartment will be buried under the rubble of toys, books, candy wrappers, bits, clothes. Because the children themselves can calmly live in such a mess.
One night I jumped up from a loud noise. It was coming from a child. It turned out that Jaroslav is not removed from his bed on the second floor a few machines, and at night the Armory fell out of bed son.
Recently I about five hours to restore order in the nursery. Carefully, spine to spine, folded books, cards son and his soldiers. Have collected a few pictures of the puzzles scattered daughter. Children sparkling clean. I’m only a couple hours away from home… All books, cards and puzzles were scattered, jumbled, on the floor, and the kids scissors cut a box of Christmas toys hidden until the next New year in the dressing room. But the most Continue reading