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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This sounds like every mother’s curse… to be the bad guy! haha – it’s totally not fair though! 🙂
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That’s quite a mess. You have my sympathy!
I took piano starting at age 5. You have to force practice through some stages, but when she learns to play you’ll have given her a gift she’ll have for the rest of her life.
Or she’ll quit like my sister, but everyone could sense she just didn’t have it.
OMG, I could have written your post word for word. The fruit, the pop, the piano and the “quick like a bunny” is my fav expression with the girl.
I just had to tell the 12 year old that he could NOT sleep in the clothes that he just played lacrosse in for 2 hours…phew.
Great post!
OMGosh…did Toys R Us just throw up in your play room? I think so.
If I had whipped around that corner and saw that my head would have spun like the exorcist. My kids call me that nagging clean freak. Yep. I admit…I have one fault…it has to be in its place if it is not being played with. 🙂 Good luck with the hurricane that swept in while you were going potty. LOL I am kidding. But seriously…good luck 🙂
OMGosh…did Toys R Us just throw up in your play room? I think so.
If I had whipped around that corner and saw that my head would have spun like the exorcist. My kids call me that nagging clean freak. Yep. I admit…I have one fault…it has to be in its place if it is not being played with. 🙂 Good luck with the hurricane that swept in while you were going potty. LOL I am kidding. But seriously…good luck 🙂
I have the same feelings too… Like I am always telling them what they need to do, or just having to be “the bad guy.”
Mine are 2 and 3 right now, so I am hoping as they get older it will get easier, but I am thinking, not-so-much, LOL..
My kids’ playroom has looked the same way as well… Destroyed in less than an hour!
Oh my gosh, that room, that dreadfully horrible wonderful catastrophe of playtime gloriousness!
You have my sympathy. Along with some serious toy envy.
*hug* I learned really super early on that for some reason kids respond to men differently, so I keep The Husband as the ace up my sleeve or whatever. (I also learned that car dealerships listen to men differently too, btw.)
I already entered! 🙂
*laughing* I know I shouldn’t, but I thought it was just my house – I remember once a room got Miss C’s room got cleaned – thinking that some miracle had happened I danced and rejoiced – right up until I opened the closet door, and just like a scene in a movie, I was hit with a avalanche of books, toys, art stuff, shoes and numerous other things accumulated by a then 10 girl.
Be happy in the knowledge that one day she will understand your pain… *smiles*
Why is it that us Moms always have to be the bad guy? Why do we have to make them do stuff?
And Oh my that toy room! Whew, they got some work ahead of them.
definition of Mom – Chief bottle washer and nagger.
I had to laugh at the playroom ours used to look like that and we only had the one. It’s amazing how much havoc they can wreak in such a short time….
That’s what our playroom looked like till we spent 2 hours cleaning it on Monday. Good times.
I’ve always hated being the heavy when it comes to getting the kids to do stuff. ((HUGS))
Ij ust wish our playroom had doors on it. It’s in the former formal dining room. We took over the old playroom to give baby #3 a place to sleep. Formal living went bye bye. Formal dining moved into formal living and playroom moved downstairs. While I like the playroom downstairs thing… I hate that it looks like that most of the time! UGH!