I decided today would be clean up day. Not to museum quality, but get the house looking like humans inhabit this place, not animals. Boy the whining and gnashing of teeth started immediately. Caroline can’t keep her clothes off the floor if her life depended upon it. I helped her clean up her room before Christmas, and it stayed clean for maybe 72 hours. I don’t get it. We labeled her dresser drawers so she could easily put things in their proper place. Her clothes rod is lowered for quick access. She has a tall hamper to put in dirty clothes. Did it help? Unfortunately, no. It looks like a department store exploded in her room. She’s so flustered by the amount of work, she shuts down. I can understand this process, yet she seems unable or unwilling to help herself. This is not how I planned to raise my children. I want them to be self sufficient in many ways. I want them to be able to figure out how to get things done on their own, not depend upon me to always help out. I get angered when she can’t even start with a simple instruction, pick up your books and put them back on the shelf. She melts.
I wish someone had a quick solution for this issue as its making me start to whine too. I am by no means a fastidious house cleaner. Its not a sty, you can tell someone with children lives here. I like it picked up, and looking nice, but dust doesn’t bother me. Caroline seems pleased to live in a total mess. Then the whining starts when asked to clean up.
Time to prod the children into action. I hear Spongebob on the TV, not a good sign.
