What I wanted to do today was post pictures of our Living Room before and after. What I'm actually doing is nursing a sick kid. He moans. It's the man cold in boy form. And it ain't pretty.
What I wanted to do today was show you how pretty my Living Room is. What I'm actually doing is hoping this set up...
Thaws the pipes to our upstairs radiators that are frozen. No heat in Vermont in January is fun.
What I wanted to do today was show you this rug:
But I can't because last night entailed an epic pillow fight and some certain children didn't clean up after themselves. What I'm actually doing is reading Duct Tape Parenting and realizing my kids need more training. I realize this because I am constantly cleaning up after them and quite frankly, I'm sick of it.
I'm the mom, not the maid.
I've let things slip, taken over too much control. Not expected everyone to do their share around here. So I'm leaving the messes they create. I spent my weekend ignoring scenes like this:
Biting my tongue so hard I may puncture it. I've asked once. And that's all I'm asking. Which is why my dining room looks like this:
And why my evening last night looked like this:
That's me hiding in my bedroom drinking a glass of wine while the children destroy the house.
So far the messes don't last long. It takes them a day to realize I'm no longer coming behind them to clean up. Now it's Monday and I can't touch any of this. Nope. Not even this delightful collection at the bottom of the stairs:
If you need me, I'll be rocking in the corner, thinking about all the things I wanted to do today.
PS: this book I'm reading is so great! It's like taking Love and Logic parenting up a notch and adding some great twists. I'll be telling you more about it soon! Just, obviously, not today.