Archive for November 2nd, 2014
Example #1: I swore that I would never, ever fight with my kids over cleaning up their room, “It’s their room,” I said. “I can just close the door and it won’t even bother me since I don’t even see it,” I said.
Ava literally spent all day in her room today. She started ‘cleaning’ before we got up (she’s an early riser) and was still ‘cleaning’ when she went to bed. No worries – we did let her out for bread, water, and potty breaks – but otherwise it took her ALL.FREAKING.DAY to not even finish one average sized bedroom that has too many books and stuffed animals in it. There was much drama with plenty yet remaining, I’m sure. While I mostly don’t care (sort of) her carpet is in dire need of a cleaning so my OCD has kicked in and I simply cannot Let it Go. (<-Heh, see what I did there.)
(Also, I said I wouldn’t ever yell at my kids. Yeah, about that…)
Example #2: It’s cold. Normal people turn the heat on to warm up, right? Nope. I happened to look at my electric bill for the last few months and decided that freezing to death doesn’t sound so bad after all.
Wait a minute, here – I clearly have the yelling thing down already so apparently I only need to brush up my mom phrases, like “Turn the heat down, put on a sweater, wear some socks,” You know, those bits of parental wisdom that are downright profound now that we’re the ones paying the bills these days.
Ava very dramatically told me that she felt like Cinderella . I told her it was okay – so long as the Fairy Godmother comes my way with a wish or three when she comes to rescue Ava from her pitiful life of servitude doing things like picking up her OWN stuff. I could use a housekeeper (so I never have to fight that battle aagain) and a child psychologist (so I can figure out in advance how much I’m screwing them up.)