We have a sandbox in our backyard that I both love and hate.
The kids play in it for hours.. which is very cool.
But then they come inside.
And there’s sand in their hair.
In their clothing.
Between their toes.
And then I have sand everywhere in my house.
I don’t mind it that much, because all I need to do is vacuum it up.
Which isn’t really a big deal.
My problem is Rich.
He really makes such a fuss over it.
Because, you know, he’s like that.
Everything is a 10.
I love the guy, but come on….really?
Sand? Really? Is it really that big of a deal?
He’ll get aggrivated if the kids come in and out without shaking all the sand of them.
If someone is caught inside the house with a grain of sand on them, it’s like a major crime.
Talk about stressing us out!!
And it’s too much work (and virtually impossible) to stand at the back door
and monitor that all. day. long.
I’d rather just let them come and go….in and out….having fun.
And then remind them to shake the sand off.
And then whatever doesn’t get shaken off and ends up on our carpet
I will vacuum up at the end of the day.
Let’s face it –
We are dealing with ages 9, 8, 4, 3, and 14 months –
(those who still play in the sandbox)
and so they aren’t going to always shake off all the sand.
It’s a fact. Sand will get into the house.
Let’s just accept that fact and get on with life.
And thank God for the invention of the vacuum!