Before Little Z came along, the OH and I would spend Saturday mornings blitzing the entire house. Hoovering, laundry, mopping, bathroom cleaning. It would be all go for a few hours and the result would be a gleaming house.
That whole routine went out the window as soon as Little Z arrived home. We spent the first 6 months floating around like sleep deprived zombies and the house got cleaned in a blind panic as soon as we spotted someone at the window.
As he’s got older we’ve found he loves to help with cleaning. So we let him. This has helped juggle trying to keeping a house clean and trying to juggle toddler entertainment.
Obviously we don’t do this in a child slavery kind of way. We just let help with little things like letting him load the washing machine with clothes we give him, helping pass the pegs, letting him take the ketchup bottle in the kitchen and, more recently, helping me take bags in when the Tesco man arrives with the weekly shop.
There’s one more ulterior motive here too. Little Z gets very excited when the Tesco man arrives. As soon as the door is opened the poor man is bombarded with countless questions such as
“Are you okay?”
“Look at my shoes”
“You like my shoes?”
“Where you going?”
Now it depends which delivery man arrives that particular day but their reactions can range all the way from stunned silence to throwing themselves into entertaining a very appreciative 2 year old.
So asking him to take in a loaf of bread, baby wipes, crisp packet provides a bit of relief for the more nervous delivery drivers.
It’s working really well so far. Except for the glitch we had today.
Little Z proudly presenting me with an egg in each hand wildly waving his arms around and proclaiming
“Look Mummy! Eggs!! I juggling!”