Hot on the heels of yesterday's post comes this update.
I came home from work tonight to the following:
Half of the planned dinner already cooked and eaten. The other half still in the freezer.
The empty oven still on.
One kid on the computer and two kids glued to the television.
One kid drinking out of a measuring cup and another out of a coffee creamer because no one had bothered to check the dishwasher for clean dishes.
The overflowing remains of a baking soda and vinegar volcano.
Three dogs with crossed legs and bursting bladders.
Tomorrow's trash pick up still by the garage, and not at the curb where it belongs.
And the thermostat set at 90 degrees. Which no one will admit to doing.
I've stood in the shower for thirty minutes and I'm still hyperventilating.
I'm going to bed now.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
coincidentally enough
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there would be pain and suffering in my house, followed closely by the removal of all tv and internet privileges.
and yes, there are ways to monitor/control that while you're at work.
One kid drinking out of a measuring cup and another out of a coffee creamer because no one had bothered to check the dishwasher for clean dishes.
It's probably because I don't have kids, but this is the funniest thing I've read in weeks.
I woke up this morning to find the kitchen in total disarray, which is unusual because Peter is very good about cleaning up. (I cook, he cleans, that's the deal.) Then I spotted the note on the cutting board "Will Clean Up in the Morning." Fair enough.
I agree with "the planet of Janet".
All privileges would stop until the place was cleared up.
Hope that your home is soon running the way you want it to be run with the full cooperation of your boys.
I am hyperventilating with you!
That's just not right. You have to make those boys see some sense. I am hyperventilating with you, saying, "Oh my God!" It's time you stop being Superwoman.
I agree RC - those boys need whipping into shape - serious consequences!! Good luck :)
Pardon me while I laugh my ass off. ...
OK. My ass is off, but sneaking its way back.
I love that graphic, by the way.
well, drinking out a cream pitcher never hurt anybody so i'd give them a pass on that. but the rest of it?
RC, seriously. you've been posting messages like this for months. THOSE BOYS NEED TO LEARN SOME RESPONSIBILITY.
time for a family meeting. and yes, repercussions.
or they'll be stepping over your exhausted, prostrate body one of these days on their way to the fridge.
You poor girl.
So... what to do?? Notes everywhere? More notes everywhere else? Serious Consequences (which are hard work cos you have to carry them through, dammit)
Or loud Tantrum in kitchen?
good luck. But, oh, you made me laugh. Thanks for that!
This is nothing but unfair.
Girl. You need to change a lot in your family.
Rules. And - following rules = privileges.
Easy for me to say since I don't have any kids.
But holy shit RC. Your life is rocketing out of control. And something is going to break. And that something is going to be you. Then where will these inconsiderate kids be?
Rules.
Sorry - tough love.
Wow!!! Yikes!!! How can you even maintain consequences while at work? Maybe call them 30 minutes before leaving work and tell them they can have a happy mom or a bitchy mom for the night... they have 30 minutes to choose! Good Luck!!
I feel your pain, RC. And I only have 1 boy. I agree with everyone else...you need some help around the house and you have 3 able bodied boys to do it. The earning bck of previledges has some merit to it.
You go, girl. The thing about this post, is I can see this whole thing in my mind.
Hugs
I think you need a family meeting honey - tout suite!
AAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGHH
I think you need clear roles and responsibilities for your beloved boys. With 3 lazy slobs and no-one to clearly blame for anything, you have no choice but to give clear instructions to individual kids. Otherwise they all hide behind each other and it's 3 against one very tired lady.
You are working damned hard and you need them to help out a little.
Good luck.
The thermostat had turned itself up, as a kind of metaphor for your feelings.
Sack the lot of them. (Do you say "sack"? OR "fire" perhaps?)
The picture at the top of this post implies that you think it's YOUR fault. Read the comments that precede mine. Get these boys into shape. Your house being a shambles is not YOUR fault. It is THEIRS too. You need to make them take at least some responsibility.
You're lucky the dogs still had their legs crossed! My dog would have peed on something precious.
What was that in the last post - seven hours? Total understatement.
You're making an uncomfortable bed to lie in.
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