I just now popped into the girls’ huge mess of a bedroom (product of Hubby’s “hands off” Sunday parenting approach) to see just what might be happening in all the “silence.” Fortunately, since the room is already such a disaster, I can happily report that they were not getting into trouble, but enjoying a bit of playtime bliss. Drama Queen was propped comfortably upon her sister’s bed doodling away on her miniature doodle pad. Princess was sitting in another corner of the room somewhere square in the middle of the piles of toys, attempting to dress Eyeore in Barbie’s Halloween boots. (Not sure what that’s all about – maybe she’s trying to cheer him up a bit!)
Trying to motivate the tykes to do a bit of picking up I addressed myself to Princess:
themommykelly: “What are you girls doing?”
Princess: “Trying to get Eyeore’s boots on.”
Drama Queen: (never even looking up from her masterpiece) “drauwin’ piwture, mama.”
themommykelly: “This room really needs to be cleaned. Princess, why don’t you start cleaning up a little bit?”
Princess: “What’s a little bit?”
Leave it to the pro to start getting all philosophical on me when it comes to tidying up! Hmmmm, sounds really familiar, almost father-like.
I give up. I’m too nauseous and unmotivated to argue.
The Boy’s room is littered with legos. I know I can close the door but I KNOW the mess is there! Agh!!
Eeyore has never been the same since he lost his tail. He has been trying to find his inner donkey. Maybe the boots will help.
Kid mess is so depressing. You tidy up and 2 minutes later it’s all out again. I laughed when I read some organising pundit saying putting the toys away in labelled containers will help. Ha de ha. Not in this house.
Oh, that’s funny.
So does your first born likes her instructions to be clearly defined or is she fond of stalling?
Thanks for your comment, it made me laugh.
I hear ya honey. I’m not even pregnant and I don’t want to argue about my girls’ rooms. They are total pig sties. My 5 year old insists that she’s too little to clean. OY
“A little bit!” Seriously! Isn’t that something we ALL think about every day? Kids are prescient (I love that word but don’t know if I am using it correctly). You have to appreciate how they break it down and bring it back to a basic level, like, being scared by Curious George. It really makes you think twice about our adult sensibilities.