This is my kitchen sink.
It’s clean. That’s because I cleaned the kitchen this morning.
This both is and is not a big deal. Keeping the kitchen clean is one of my chores. It’s one of the things mama wants me to do, every day.
That’s why it’s not a big deal.
Why it is a big deal is because of when, why and how I cleaned it. I came downstairs, made myself breakfast.
Which was a poached egg sandwich with gouda cheese on 21 grain bread, if it matters. Actually, it still was that, even if it does not matter.
But anyhow, I’m in the middle of poaching my egg and toasting my bread, and just standing there watching the cool egg-cooker toaster thing impatiently.
When it occurs to me that I could, and should be using that time productively to do a thing which mama wants and needs me to do.
So I did it. Afterward, I was feeling like a really good boy. I logged my good behavior in WeMinder, but felt so besides myself with my being-a-good-boy-ness that I rushed upstairs to ask for cuddles and snuggles because I felt so well behaved.
She praised me for my good behavior, and I indeed received quite the healthy dose of both cuddles and snuggles.
It feels really good to be actively working on being her good boy, and so wonderfully acknowledged for it.