My sister who, with her husband, is in the interesting position of caring for  six year old and  four year old grandchildren turned me on to the most amazing app ever.  It’s called Lickety Split and it is advertised for children.  The  idea is that you put the timer on, and great classical music plays (and starts gentle and sweet, progresses to the likes of a Souza march near the end) and you have, say, 5 minutes to clean your toys up.  Gives kids a sense of time.  Supposedly decreases nagging.

For kids? Are you kidding?  This app is my new defense against procrastination.v This is my new best friend!  There are adult procrastination timers out there I now discovered, but for now I kind of like the duck quacking when I either miss my mark or hit it.  Anyway, I’m at about a pre-school level regarding my understanding of time it takes to do stuff or how much time I waste.

Man, don’t all we grandmother-aged types wish we had this when our kids were little? “Carpool will be here in five minutes…” – maybe Andy wouldn’t have flown out of the house every day when Lisa was driving up the driveway with his backpack open and homework flying out, his shoes dangling from his left hand while he put his jacket on with his right.

I’d write more but I’m going to see how long it takes me to fold the laundry…