I'm not sure why he thinks it would be fun for me if all he does is come out every 15 minutes or so, asking if he can be done yet. Remember...the kid is 12 (and a half) and has really good vision. Why is it only me that sees EVERYTHING on his floor? Wrappers from gifts, coins, some explosion of a bag of sunflower seeds, more coins, is that a sock? candy? UGH!!
When I have to ask, "What is this sticky stuff?!?" then it is time for me to go into the other room, poor myself a big drink and drink,
It is pretty sad that I don't mind coming back to work so I don't have to hear, "Can I be done?"
A couple weeks back Storyteller was participating in this, you say...I think thing. Actually, I've seen it go around because I've seen good ol' Mike Golch do this from time to time also. Well you know how good I am at doing what all the cool bloggers do. Yeah...I don't. Either that or I do it so late, it's not cool anymore.
Anywho, I thought it would be fun to share a couple. It's a word association in Grandy-land.
Carpet :: Cleaning
Bottoms :: Up
Music :: Rocks
Nails :: Fake
Watch it! :: Don't Slip
Your life :: Blurs
Candies :: Kill
Chafing :: Hurts
Svelte :: Hot
Ding :: A-Ling
Travel :: Expense
Expensive :: Jewelry
Backspace :: Edit
Traffic noise :: Annoys
Now see here :: WTF?
Vegetables :: Bore
Chat :: Blab
Your calling :: 411
Weekly :: Therapy
Oh! :: Shit!
Hey, it could have been worse.
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Hah! Oh, I know that clean your room torture very well - might have inflicted it a few times on my own offspring. I do have a strategy for it though. I give the boy the option of spending 30 mins each day until it is done (spreading out the pain) or else getting it all done in one effort - no whining - and after I write a checklist of items I see that need to be addressed. Oddly, my child chose the 30 minutes at a time option and has done a pretty decent job of it!
If an early stroke is in the cardio-vascular cards for me, it will occur in my daughters' closet.
Ugh, we have the same torture treatment here with the same, "I'm done, right? But, I know where the bed is and The Smell doesn't bother me."
The kids...they're out to kill us.
I'm not there yet. My 7 year old doesn't mind cleaning - I'm sure my day is coming though. And, I have a feeling it's going to happen very soon.
hehehe...kids would be kids eh...
Have a great last few days of 2008 and a Happy New Year to you dearie!!
Cheerio
LJ
Oh My God! I feel as if I am reading my own day..right here...in YOUR blog!! aaarrrrgggghghhh!!!
I finally said to the 10-year old..."Please put Mommy's eyes in and look again at your room. I'm tired of coming in here and finding stuff you missed."
After he quit giggling...he came back out a few more times...I finally "released" him just because he was making me crazy!!
Lord help us all...for we start again tomorrow!!
May this New Year bring you more love, joy and success. HAPPY 2009! :)
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that was done a few times to me when I was a kid,as it was to you as well.
Christina~ I might have to try the 30 minute option, but by the time I get home...who knows.
PhD~ Not the closet!
Dee~ They are! I know it!!!!
Joyce-Anne~ I don't know...mine never really liked cleaning. You might be alright.
LJ~ Thanks Lovely Lady!!
DK~ It is an every day battle.
Mariuca~ Thanks so much sweetie.
Mike~ Oh yeah...My dad had nicknames for my room. None of which I could repeat here. ;)
Rissa sounds like Ty. Except she more flat out refuses to clean her room, then tells me it is OK if I want to throw away her things. Terd. Caleb, on the other hand, keeps his room pretty clean.
Bottoms up!
Paloma~ Oh yeah...his room is still pretty clean...but I'm still wanting to drink more. ;)
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