Here's the picture of Tyler on the phone with Grandma telling her about losing the play room privileges. Obviously by the smile she is not that affected by it.
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Ahhh, the Playroom...the bane of my existence. I like my house to have order and if it does get messy to have a reason for that mess and then shortly there after getting it clean. I am sure it drives everyone else in my life crazy even though I take care of the cleaning on my own, they are subjected to my course stares as I watch them destroy my order. But my anxiety will melt me down if I let the house go. With work being so busy lately I have been tidying up but not cleaning and all the while (for the last freaking week) asking the girls to pick up their playroom, which looks like a war torn third world country. Finally two days ago I asked one last time...the conversation went something likes this. Austin, please clean your playroom, this is the last time I will ask. She looked at me, cocked her head to one side and said (I kid you not...the little Joe) go ahead and have Dad throw away all my toys because I WILL NOT clean it. I stopped my hand from knocking her teeth out and smiled and said, ok so be it. Blew off work....errr...took time off of work. And cleaned the house including the play room. Guess who isn't allowed in the play room any longer?!?! Now it's clean and organized and sunny and perfect during the days...without the slightest hint of a child in there. I am not sure how long I will bar them from it, maybe until they are tweens.