Tidbits

With all the moving of the litter box, the cats have decided to use the floor mat in the bathroom. I can't complain as it is easy to deal with. I am sure if they could sit on the toilet for me they would. Instead they leave gifts on the mat in front of the toilet. Conveniently placed for easy disposal.

I try to get to it before the children go into the bathroom, because they just flip the mat out of the way which later gets stepped on and squished, leaving a mess that is no longer an easy pick up. The cats are indiscriminate on which bathroom they use, mine or the boys. The bath mats are washable so I just try to avoid the ground in effect, by getting to it first.

Trevor's lost rabbit had a cage on the top of Trevor's dresser. He finally got his room clean enough to see the top of that dresser. I had him get a damp rag and scrub and scrub to remove the ground in effects of a year of rabbit on the top of his dresser. It took many rags and lots of scrubbing, but the end result is impressive. Trevor wanted to quit at first, but he stuck with it until all the stains and smears were removed.

Tom had told me the boys rooms were their sanctuaries. I was not to interfere with those spaces. Trevor's room was a pit. I would occasionally request the dishes and laundry to be dealt with , or grab some garbage to be disposed of. All that has changed now with the house for sale. Now there is no sacred space. Regular inspections are the norm.

Trevor was please to show off his clean room to friends this weekend. Perhaps he will be able to maintain this level of pride and cleanliness. Turn over a new leaf.

He did get his assignment written for humanities, finally, and e-mailed to his teacher. E mail has been our salvation. It wasn't half bad in a quirky Trevor sort of way. I read it after it was sent, grateful it was finally done.

He did do best with hand written notes, then typing it into the computer for editing. The trying to type it cold just didn't work for him. His typing is too slow. He just froze up with his thoughts, unable to transfer them fast enough to the computer. Trying too hard to get it perfect the first time. Putting the notebook on his now clean desk was probably the best thing to do. It did take him more hours, but he was able to accomplish the task, finish and send.

He needs a typing program. My mom would type my stuff in high school, back when everything was done with copy paper and electrolux. I was even slower than Trevor. Time and practice is what it takes. I know there are some fun typing programs out there. I will go hunt them down.