House rules are not fun to enforce; but they are necessary. A few of our house rules are: picking up after yourself (toys, dishes, etc. ), making your bed in the morning, washing hands before meals, using the restroom before we leave the house (Is that really “house” rule though?),wearing shoes in the backyard, making your bed in the morning. The list goes on and on and on.
We enforce the house rules by leading with example. It sucks being a good example…all…the…time. I can’t eat food where ever I want in the house. I can’t enjoy my coffee in bed. Well, I still enjoy my coffee in bed as the boys watch a few episodes of Oddbods or Justin Time or Little Einsteins. We have a had a few mishaps though, one bad one in particular. I was holding Liam’s stuffed animals, looking at my Instagram feed (which since I have band during coffee cartoon time) and drinking my coffee. Somehow out of nowhere, Jax come flying toward me knocking my coffee cup. Luckily I managed to keep a grasp on the mug. Most importantly, he was completely free of coffee splatter. I’m still not sure how he morphed out of the way dodging the stream of liquid energy. Meanwhile my chest and stomach are stained black as I attempted to save my bed and floor from the mishap. I’ve learned my lesson, if I choose to drink a cup of joe in bed, I have nothing else in my hand I and keep a watchful eye on the maniac boy.
While I suck at the no food or drink outside of the kitchen rule, Thomas sucks at the shoes on feet when you are outside rule. The man will be barefoot all the time if he could. We took a neighborhood walk one evening and were half way up the street before Liam asked why dad didn’t have shoes on his feet. Again we are not the best examples.