Homework to be done? I make them do it.
Rooms to be cleaned? I ride them till they sparkle. Kinda.
Did they brush their teeth? With toothpaste? You know I am the one who checks, and then sends them back to floss.
Pop for dinner? Umm no. Okay, usually no. Sometimes yes.
Veggies and fruits. They are consumed on my watch.
TV. Turn it off. GO and PLAY. These are words uttered by the Mama.
Why must I always be the parent to
scream declare… “You are not wearing those filthy socks to school! What will people think, that we can’t afford to wash socks? That I chose to let you go out into the world with your pinky toe sticking out of your stinky socks. Go and get a clean pair! Quick like a bunny!” NOW!!
Oh good grief SweetGirl, you are the one who wanted, begged, to take piano, why must I now set a timer and INSIST you practise.
Nag nag nag. Is this my full time job?
Well at least this nagging crazy Mom got them to clean up their rooms, take their toys OUT of my family room, and straighten out their closets. So I figure I win right?
Until I stumble into the toy room that was just “CLEANED” and it looks like this…..
I have found the place where all toys go to die. I give up. Apparently it is Dad’s turn to be the Bad Guy, cause I’m pretty sure this girl is gonna cry.
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