Tiger-husband and I went to parent-teacher meetings last week, where we heard lovely things about what avid writers and readers our kids are. Except… my daughter has a desk that looks like a cross between Hiroshima and a post-tornado trailer park. But that has nothing at all to do with my parenting or genetics.
Nope. Nothing at all.
(Would it seem defensive if I sent the teacher a copy of this article about the messy-desk/creativity connection?)
If you’ll excuse me, I’m off to the dollar store to buy desk organizers…
My daughter’s desk is also the messiest in the class. At least once a year she is forced to stay late and get it back into order. Once, even boys helped her. Thanks for the article.