We don’t own a dishwasher, unfortunately, so I have to wash dishes by hand every morning. Well, not every morning, but most. Some days I let them pile up when I feel I’m entitled to a break. It’s never been a fun chore and having kids running off in a fit of desperation while my hands are immersed in soapy water doesn’t help matters.
I have to be creative, though I’m usually too tired to be too creative. I have soap, which makes bubbles. Kids like bubbles. I’ll let the kids play with the bubbles! Genius! I should be a friggin’ heart surgeon over here.
I’ll splatter a pile of bubbles on an adjacent walls, or directly in the kids’ hands. They splash around for awhile, before asking for more. Especially Abby. Buzz is interested momentarily, but his attention span is short. Jedi’s is even shorter. Abby, however, can keep herself occupied throughout the entire 30 minutes it takes to do a sink full of dishes thanks to a bottle of Dawn detergent.
As an added bonus, the soap even cleans my walls!
Except as I was doing this yesterday, I noticed that the bubbles kept disappearing at an alarming rate. Maybe she’s just overly enthusiastic today, I thought. They’re just dish soap bubbles, what harm could she possibly be doing anyway?
I soon noticed that she was eating them, like they were a breakfast treat. Full on stuffing her mouth full of suds.
I guess threatening to wash her mouth out with soap when she’s older is out of the question. There’s no point if she likes it.