I can't seem to get anything done around this house anymore. And do you know why? Because no one can lift a finger to help out.
I spend my days picking up this and picking up that. When did I become such an idiot? Give me an IQ test and I rank above average in intelligence. But by the end of EVERY day, I am ranting that I am sick and tired of cleaning up after everyone.
Please hand me my dunce cap.
All I seem to get done during the day is, maybe, a couple of loads of laundry and filling the dishwasher. The balance of the day is spent dealing with the feeding, bathing, and caring of kids.
AND CLEANING UP THEIR SHIT....OVER AND OVER AND OVER.
My house is filthy and I've got piles of work on my desk. I can't get ahead.
Now, I've heard of some moms letting their children keep their room anyway they wish. "It's THEIR room, let them express themselves."
I say bull honky. There is no reason that I have to step over things just to get to their dressers. I shouldn't risk breaking a toe in the middle of the night when I go in to comfort someone with a nightmare. I certainly am not putting up with the smell and the possibility of bugs because who knows what could end up under a pile of clothes.
My kids are responsible for keeping their rooms in order. I don't expect perfection, however, I do expect $50 Wii games to be put in their cases instead of strewn on the floor. Which of course I yell about constantly, to which I'm told, "I didn't do it!"
But it's my own fault. I lecture and threaten. But really? I'm not taking enough action.
So, my new plan? They will be reminded ONCE to put their things away. After that I will pick up said object and place it in a laundry basket. If they want it, they have to EARN it back.
I figure I waste a lot of time during the day doing their job....now they can feel what it's like to be me.
"Oh, you want your Gameboy back? Sure, there is a load of towels in the dryer that needs to be folded and put away."
"Too bad you have Gym at school tomorrow, Oh, you need to wear your sneakers? Well, I found them in the middle of the floor after I tripped on them. Go clean up the dog poop in the back yard and you can have them back."
I think that perhaps when they see it's not easy being me they'll think twice before throwing their stuff around.