Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Pulling Out My Hair

I love my daughters. I really do. With a fierce passion that makes me want to defend them to the death. Unless I kill them first, that is.

My son is a neat freak. His room will get messy but all it takes for him to clean it is either his own disgust with the way it looks or pretty much one request from the parental units. No problem whatsoever. My darling daughters however... No amount of punishment, pleading, yelling, threatening to give the toys to some other more deserving child (C'sa actually likes this option) or garbage bags can convince them to just get to it.

I know that I have complained about this before. But we just redid this room for the princesses 7 months ago and it was awesome. It's still an awesome room when everything is in it's place. I know that many of you are thinking, "What's the big deal? Kids mess up their rooms". Well, let me just show you.




This is not a "messy room", this is a ransacked, burglarized, did not find the jewels so we will trash the place room. And my girls? Well since there is no visible place on the floor to play, they moved out to the hallway where I busted them playing a game of chess instead of cleaning it as they were instructed.

My next line of attack is going to be to pile all of their belongings on their beds and make them sleep on the floor with their blanket and pillow until the beds are cleaned off and their things put away. I am guessing that one nap time spent on the floor should suffice? Then again, they have a cozy carpet in there and they would probably think it is a hoot. There goes another clump of hair...

6 comments:

Susie said...

That's amazing, Angel!! They are too funny! Playing chess in the hallway.... I'm thinking you're right that the floor may prove equally comfortable and novel... LOL!

lana said...

LOL! Making a mess in their room and then playing in the hall way...sounds like someting my girls would do. :)

Carolyn said...

I think there is a book about Roo (from Winnie the Pooh), who also wouldn't clean up his room. Kanga decided to teach him a leason and let him do as he pleased with his room. It got so bad that he couldn't find anything and he had to sleep on the sofa. Maybe that would work?

Jamie said...

Maybe its an oldest child thing (w/being neat)? My daughter is a neat freak but my boys could care less, although my 5 year old is getting better. As far as the toys on the bed, if I did that w/my kiddos they'd call it a sleepover and want to do it all the time!

Tami said...

If you find out the trick to getting your girls to clean their rooms, please let me know! I could really use the advice.
We have a mandatory cleaning time every Saturday morning...they can't eat lunch until I approve the room. But it's still like pulling teeth! UGH!!!

Anonymous said...

Ha Ha Ha