I guess that I am bored – or OCD, or perhaps just uninteresting. Any one who has the time or inclination to actually follow through with 4-day Q-Tip experiment, definitely doesn’t have enough to do and shows signs of some sort of ‘disorder’ right?
Even so – I did it anyway.
Firstly, It’s summer time, which of course means that the mess in my home has been amped up like a zillion times the norm, along with noise levels, food consumption, talking, towel washing (because of the pool), toilet paper usage, the non-flushing of toilets, wrappers and trashed being stuffed in the couch cushions and of course bickering. I pretty much spend my time from dusk till dawn on the edge of my seat just waiting for something frustrating to happen.
Well, the other day – I had enough already. I told the kids that they had been off for two weeks now and that there would be some rules. No one is allowed to put a dish in the sink and instead has to wash it. When the dryer beeps, they have to stop what they are doing and race to empty the contents. Trash goes in the trash can. When they are hungry, they have to find something to eat for themselves rather than whimper, “mama, I am hungry!” And, if they don’t want me to bitch about how dirty their rooms are – they need to keep the doors closed. So far it’s worked out well.
Then on Wednesday, I noticed a bent, dirty Q-tip lying on the hallway floor between the living room and kitchen. I am not a fan of used Q-tips. Probably because I find them everywhere, with the ends tinged yellow and brown. (Yes, I am that crazeee mom who actually lets kids use Q-tips in their EARS….I know shock and horror). It’s just plain gross. Grosser than a used tissue, and just as gross (to me at least) as going into a public restroom and finding someone has forgotten to flush their floating friends. But a Q-tip lying in the most traveled pathway of the house?
“Whose Q-tip is this?” I quipped, of course only to receive the generic response NOT MINE! “Well, I AM NOT, picking it up – so I suggest that someone picks up this gross, bent, discolored, germy Q-tip up and puts it in the trash” (Which by the way is only a few feet away.
Whatever happened after that, I promised myself that I would not sweep, vacuum, or bend down to pick up that said Q-tip. I figured the kids, by hearing my tone of voice when I ‘suggested’ it got picked up, would swoon in and take care of this little oversight. I figured if they didn’t my husband would.
Now, fast forward to Sunday. Yesterday. And guess what little visitor was still lying practically unscathed in nearly the exact same spot that it was on Wednesday? Yep – THE Q-TIP.
How do my family members not see it? How do they invite their friends over, and not feel embarrassed that there is a used ear cleaner lying on their floor? How many times did they just look down, see it and walk on over it over the course of 4 days? Why is it so damn hard to pick up a Q-tip? Or throw away an empty toilet paper roll? Let me just say, I noticed that Q-tip practically 641 million times over the last four days. I dreamt about the Q-tip. I closed my eyes hard and prayed that someone, anyone – would pick up the Q-tip and throw it in the trash so that I could dance in circles under the full super moon.
Nope. Nada. Not a chance. As of last night, the Q-tip – which has now collected dust and dirt from the hard wood floors, still sat in its happy little home on the hardwood floor. Really!?!
Apparently, I am raising a bunch of gross and disgusting kids, girls nonetheless – that although will NOT step foot in a porta-potty, and have an emotional meltdown when one of their siblings take a sip from their glass, or touch their food – they are not bothered by some persons unknown ear wax lying on the floor.
The good news is that this morning the Q-tip was gone. Maybe some big roach came and picked it up and carried it off. Maybe it got stuck to the bottom of someone’s shoes and they unknowingly carried it out of the house. Maybe the friendly ghosts that creep around my home at night just decided to extend their immortal arms and remove it so I could move one. Who knows. Who cares. But I do know, that I DID NOT PICK IT UP. And when I asked the kids who picked up the Q-tip, they all quoted from The Little Red Hen and said, “Not I!”
My advice. Don’t bother with a 4-day Q-tip experiment. You will only be disappointed. Instead, choose to move on and pay attention to the positive things in your life rather than the dirty Q-tips. Trust me, you will be much, much happier.