Last week I sent the boys outside to play for a while. It was really cold and windy that particular day (imagine that). They played outside for about 15 minutes.
When I heard them open the door to come back in, I yelled for them to take their shoes off. Graham didn't understand. He tracked red-clay mud all the way across my living room.
15 minutes of quiet was traded for 20 minutes of furious scrubbing and sore arms.
Oh well. The 15 minutes was really nice.
Well, nothing has worked for me......my girls are 15 and 12 and STILL don't pick up behind themselves :( Now instead of checklist, it's no computer, no sleepovers ; D Think I may have "spared the rod, spoiled the child" a little more than I should have : /
Posted by: amy | March 05, 2010 at 07:25 PM
Holly I tried to stay in bed one day and let Alex play for a while because I was tired, and when I did get up, with no extra sleep due to the noise, he had all of my pots, pans, and cooking utensils all over his room. I had no idea what he had done with them, so I had to wash them all. Boo....
Posted by: Colleen Gebhardt | March 04, 2010 at 11:36 AM
I guess that's part of being in the Mom's Sorority! mom
Posted by: Deborah Boitnott | March 03, 2010 at 11:00 AM