Why every time I trade cars with my daughter, do I feel so compelled to clean her car and fill it up with gas?? Some day I think she'll figure out this happens EVERY time we trade cars and trade once a week. Or especially when she's on "e" and has gone mudding or something. I don't even clean my own car as good as I clean hers. Today it wasn't even empty or really dirty. I guess I just wanted to be nice. Maybe I'm secretly thinking that my actions will rub off on her and I'll see some *pay it forward* in her as she gets older.



I'm not sure why I think that will happen, it hasn't happened with my husband yet. When we were dating I use to clean his house (hell, I still clean his house) just to do something nice for him. We were only dating! I clean his truck sometimes, too. OK, maybe my kids are right, maybe I'm just a "clean freak" as Sydney likes to call me. I've read all the self help books that tell me I shouldn't pick up after my children, I shouldn't make their beds (only on Fridays) or their lunch or put their laundry away when they are 19, 14 and 12. Or for that matter, 47.



Truth is, it's much easier to do when they aren't around. Plus, I'd like a little of it to rub off on them. "Not gonna happen".



Oh well, they sure are lucky to have a clean freak for a mom (or not, who knows?)

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