In an attempt to save my sanity, and hopefully teach my girls to be the responsible, independent women I hope they will become, the Nerd and I have been changing a few things. Not too long ago we got rid of the TV. That’s been awesome. We also started a new cleaning initiative, which has been off to a slow start, but I keep reminding myself that it will pay off in the end. Progress is not as fast as I had hoped, but I have to remember that 2 of my 3 children are under the age of 4. Reasonable expectations are in order I guess. Blah blah blah. Just clean your mess.
The third thing we’re working on is the girls respecting our space and our privacy. Translation: stay the heck out of our room. If I step on a miniature Strawberry Shortcake in the middle of the night one more time, I will unleash the fury. No joke. So we’ve banned toys from our room. And we’re working on teaching the girls that if the door is closed, they have to knock. Easy. Then they have to wait. Not so easy. But they’ll get the hang of it. Initially, this meant Goo knocked, then plopped on the floor outside the bedroom or bathroom and screamed until the person inside opened the door. But we’re sticking to our guns, and usually she knocks, says, “Excuse me, Mommy, I need you.” And if I tell her to wait, she does. Most of the time. As long as no one gave her candy.
In light of this progress, I decided it was time to initiate phase 2 of Operation Get Out of Our Room. This would involve the girls playing nicely for a chunk of time while I did things like
hide in my room with a glass of wine and box of cookies start dinner. The other day, I made my first attempt. In a desperate need to shower in peace, I told the girls to play for 20 minutes while Mommy got ready for the day.
This is what I found when I came out:
Which led to this:
The chair in front of the fridge explains the pile of shredded cheese in the living room.
Why do they hate me?