Every week I participate in “Stream of Consciousness Sunday”, hosted by Fadra of AllThingsFadra.com. The idea is to type for 5 minutes, a brain dump of sorts, and then to publish without editing the writing at all.
These simple tasks, to pick up dirty clothes, toys and books, and put them in their proper place, are a daily battle in our household. No matter who you ask, it is always the other child’s book or toy, “not my mess”. On the rare occasions that they agree to work together, their version of “clean” is FAR removed from my own.
We live in a small space, a 400 square foot basement apartment. We have 1 bedroom, which belongs to the girls. Our living room/kitchen also functions as the bedroom/office for David and I. In order to successfully have 4 people live in this small space, everything must be picked up and put away, every day. There is no room for clutter.
I walked through the girls’ room this evening to go to the bathroom. On the way, I stepped on discarded craft paper, several beads, kicked aside a coloring book and almost tripped on Barbie. I’d met my limit (again). I laid down the law. This room must be cleaned properly. Now. No more excuses, get it done immediately!
And within minutes, the arguing began.
I shake my head… and have the sinking feeling that, in the morning, I am going to have to do this job myself (again), just to make sure that it actually gets done.