Dymphna
Loyalty, Friendship, Love
Over the weekend, Daddy ordered them to clean their room. It took them from just after breakfast until shortly before dinner before Daddy declare the room acceptable. Daddy is pickier than I am. USUALLY, he nitpicks over stuff and these little episodes with the room cleaning make me crazy.
"Daddy is it good enough?"
"No, clean some more."
An hour later:
"Daddy is it good enough?"
"No, clean some more."
By the time they are done, I wanna kill Daddy and both boys. But as of Sunday early evening, it had passed Daddy inspection.
Well, number one son couldn't find his shoes on Monday when it was time to go to school. So, I went in his closet to find an old pair. I could barely get into the closet for all the crap blocking the door, and couldn't find the shoes for all the crap INSIDE the closet. I'm thinking that Daddy got fed up and let them slide about that one corner of the room. Finally found a pair of shoes, a little beat up and a full size too small. Boy wore them Monday and Tuesday.
Well today, number 2 son, all on his own puts on a polo shirt. this is almost like formal dress for him....something's up....I look in his backpack and discover a flyer... Today is PICTURE DAY. Last I saw of Number One, he was wearing a raggedy, barely suitable for school t-shirt. So, I go into the room to tell him to change his clothes and to find his flyer/payment envelope for the pictures.
The floor was a foot deep in crap.
I got a 55 gallon trash bag, filled it up and got another one. When I filled that one up, I was too tired to get a third, even though I probably could have half filled that one....meanwhile the two boys are underfoot, trying to save as much stuff as possible from the bags.
It took me 10 minutes.
Among the finds...Number one's shoes. Several pieces of homework that had never been turned in and two Christmas gift bags, one with a dress shirt in it (ok, you kinda expect that) and the other with a polo shirt, (guess what number one ended up wearing for school pictures) a brand new pair of jeans and an unopened Nintendo DS game that number one had requested for Christmas but never bothered to look past the clothes his grandmother gave him to see that he got.
The clothes went in the drawer, the game when in the bag.
"Daddy is it good enough?"
"No, clean some more."
An hour later:
"Daddy is it good enough?"
"No, clean some more."
By the time they are done, I wanna kill Daddy and both boys. But as of Sunday early evening, it had passed Daddy inspection.
Well, number one son couldn't find his shoes on Monday when it was time to go to school. So, I went in his closet to find an old pair. I could barely get into the closet for all the crap blocking the door, and couldn't find the shoes for all the crap INSIDE the closet. I'm thinking that Daddy got fed up and let them slide about that one corner of the room. Finally found a pair of shoes, a little beat up and a full size too small. Boy wore them Monday and Tuesday.
Well today, number 2 son, all on his own puts on a polo shirt. this is almost like formal dress for him....something's up....I look in his backpack and discover a flyer... Today is PICTURE DAY. Last I saw of Number One, he was wearing a raggedy, barely suitable for school t-shirt. So, I go into the room to tell him to change his clothes and to find his flyer/payment envelope for the pictures.
The floor was a foot deep in crap.
I got a 55 gallon trash bag, filled it up and got another one. When I filled that one up, I was too tired to get a third, even though I probably could have half filled that one....meanwhile the two boys are underfoot, trying to save as much stuff as possible from the bags.
It took me 10 minutes.
Among the finds...Number one's shoes. Several pieces of homework that had never been turned in and two Christmas gift bags, one with a dress shirt in it (ok, you kinda expect that) and the other with a polo shirt, (guess what number one ended up wearing for school pictures) a brand new pair of jeans and an unopened Nintendo DS game that number one had requested for Christmas but never bothered to look past the clothes his grandmother gave him to see that he got.
The clothes went in the drawer, the game when in the bag.