The hammer has fallen.
And my kids don’t like it.
Not one little bit.
But it was a do or die situation. I mean, my kids have only been out of school for one week, and I can already feel myself drowning in a sea of bickering, whining and what they too-commonly refer to as ‘boredom’.
Soooo, out came the chore book. And the dry erase board with the ‘three strikes and you’re out’ chart. And a schedule for meals and snacks. I’m headed to the Dollar Store this weekend to fill up the
box of junk box o’ treasures as positive reinforcement for helping mommy keep her wits about her in this soon-to-be too hot summer season.
I got so motivated by y’alls ideas in response to a post a few weeks back, I just knew I’d eventually implement them. Eventually.
For a gal who is as disorganized and fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants as you can get, this whole effort is pretty darn ugly. My effort is half-hearted at best, as organizing is so not my gift.
But my room was dusted and vacuumed yesterday. And the wooden floors were mopped. And the trash was collected and thrown out. And best of all? Not by me.
And, amazingly, there were a few kids that didn’t complain about being ‘bored’ yesterday.
Is that a tiny hint of light at the end of the tunnel I spy? I sure hope so. With eight kids in the house, at least six of them able-bodied enough to actually pitch in around here, I’m crazy enough to have hope. And I’m determined to hang in there this time. I’ve got to.
My sanity depends on it.