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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I just had a melt down this morning about her again alway being the bad guy. Except he melt down was by myself in my car bc I’m so sick of arguing with my boyfriend over it. I hate fighting with him and he just does not seem to get it at all. This made me feel better. I guess we will just always be the bad guy.
Yup and it doesn’t get better as they grow up. I had a rule that I enforced. Bedrooms had to be tided or the toys would be removed. I followed through by putting their toys into garbage bags and hauling them to the basement. Soon their rooms were tidied. I allowed the mess in the basement but even there they got better at tidiness. Later clothing was an issue. Ruled that they must be out of sight. Closets were messy but rooms were tidy! Hope you find your way to get the kids to do it. No excetions!!!
I hear ya, MM, I tell the boys, “No is my final answer, not my opening bid.”
Parenting is not for sissies, especially w/girls, I am in awe of you.
I say that’s what the toy room is for. As long as I can close the door, life is good 🙂 I am such a slacker mom.
holy cow
one thing I like about living on our own is that I am the only one to discipline…there is no one else to do it, therefore no one else for me to be annoyed with when they aren’t doing it.
Tee hee! So, whom did they get their smart genes from, eh? 😀
I totally understand! My husband proudly states that I am the rule maker and he is the rule breaker. He always gets to be the fun one and it is reflected in the way my son would rather hang out with the fun one than me. It drives me crazy! Why am I the only one who cares if my son brushes his teeth?