I did a mean mean thing.


I’m the parent. It is my job to teach them how to care for the things God blesses them with. I have failed.
I tried all the charts and rewards and such.
Last year we took all of their toys and put them in tubs in the garage. There was little fuss or complaint.  Eventually we let them play with the toys IN the garage. We should have stopped there. We should have paid attention to their difficulty with putting away their toys then. There were six tubs. Each with its own theme. Simple sorting ya’ll.
We bought them a bookcase and traded bedrooms with them all in hopes of making it easier for them to play and keep things tidy.
We recently bought them beds and we went in and helped them get it picked up. It wasn’t perfect, but the floor was clear.
For a error I haven’t been able to walk in there. It was awful. They only had half of their originally amounts of toys because Hubby and I had donated many of them after Christmas.
After we did some basic schoolwork this morning I set about getting their room clean. I sat, helped, guided, for two hours.
Hubby surprised me by coming home early from work to find me frustrated and crying. How did we raise such lazy people?  One actually said ” but picking up my socks make my arms hurt”.
I’ll save you from the next 5 hours of ugliness that included me yanking their tv off of the dresser and giving it to their father-who grinned.
In the end I have a shiny new set of keys. Hubby just put a front door knob on their closet door. You earn the privilege of getting a toy from the closet.
The tv? There is a circle on the calendar 30 days from now. They have to go that long without making me cry.
I think I might make a pretty lanyard for my keys.