This list of house rules.
Bossy taped this piece of paper to the refrigerator in the beginning of the summer to try to manage her family of four in their shoebox diorama dressed as a house.
Defining house rules in this way really alleviated what would normally be bickering over the same issues over and over.
But what Bossy really loves about this list of house rules are the subversive messages Bossy’s son added later in marker, including his tongue in cheek remark, “I cannot stand the fooking fascism.“
My first reaction was “I wish I had a beach house in which to set some rules.”
But then saw it was at your home. Great idea, Bossy!
For the 3 weeks my son was home in August, he kept his breakfast glass & plate on the table all day so he could “reuse them – – – I thought you believe in recycling, Mom.” Arggh. Not to mention the power cord stretched across the floor by “my chair.”
I will prominently post some rules for Winter Break!
These rules are a great idea that works (for the most part) and when you sign your note “Management” that takes the sting out of parental orders.
I like the blue painters tape you used to apply to the fridge!
–>I didn’t expect your handwriting to look like this. Granted, i had never thought about it before but it’s not what I expected.
Love The Rules!
Hahahaha. “Neither hope, nor happiness.”
Your son is hilarious!
Thanks for clearing up that it is your son who wrote on the “rules”. I was going to give you a heads up that there might be a Spaniard living in your home. Puto translates to something slightly different, but I get it. It isn’t life if our kids do not rebel and/or become drama queens over picking up after themselves. It gives them something to fall back on when they have kids and need some idea how to keep from going insane when their kids act the same in their home.
LOVE it!!!
I’m making one of those lists right now – my 3 1/2 x5 front hall (which has a staircase, two doorways and a closet door that opens into it) drives me BATTY. I am forever hollering “How many people do we have living here?? I count 11 pairs of shoes!” I wonder if my teenage boys will actually read it??
Or you could just do like my father-in-law did and keep repeating, “Whose shoes are these? Whose shoes are these?” Forever.
I seriously love Bossy’s son. Like, seriously. Neither hope nor happiness!
Two things:
1)Bossy’s son is too smart for his own good
2)I think I’m Cy’s father-in-law. Who knew?
Long Live You and your List of Rules.