Parenting, Sometimes it's fun.

 I like to think I'm an ok mom. I don't like to harp on the kids on things they should be doing. Because I shouldn't have to tell them twice. As they are here. At the house. All day. Every day, There are certain responsibilities that they are assigned. I don't live here by myself, Therefore I shouldn't clean it by myself. And by golly, How are they going to keep their houses & clothes clean if they don't learn how to do it?

 Rewind to this past weekend. I had asked them, very nicely I might add, To pick up the living room and to wash the dishes. And anyone who's grown up in a half way normal, Non spoiling, Kids don't have chores house knows that, "Wash the dishes" means, Do the dishes, clean and/or bleach the counter, sweep the floors etc.... In short, Do the dishes = CLEAN THE KITCHEN! How this has escaped their notice is beyond me.

 The living room apparently is another room that baffles them. Not my fault. I've taught them how to do it. They just choose not to.

 So Saturday night, My "mom" switch flipped. I turned to Loser and said, "I had planned on making Sunday Supper tomorrow, But now I'm not cooking a damned thing." I was going to fry chicken, smashed taters, green beans, biscuits and fried okra. Not this momma. He decided to begin the "Whoa Whoa Whoa, What did I do?" And I politely told him that if I am punished right along with the kids by him, Well then, How's this taste buddy?

 I do believe he thought I was bluffing.

 However, When he had to drive the kids to Burger King for supper. I think they got the message. I gave them Monday to redeem their poor lecherous souls. Poor, clueless twatwaffles.

 My oldest is the one that takes up the slack for the other 2 just so she doesn't have to listen to me. I gave her the day off. Gave the younger 2 their perspective jobs.

 #1. The living room. I want the carpet vacummed (even though it's ugly and stained, It can still be clean). I want under the couches cleaned. Cushions off the couches and vacummed. Tables cleaned and waxed. TV cleaned. Covers off dog beds and washed. Candles lit and on tables.

 #2. The dining room. Table cleaned. Chairs pulled out and the carpet vacummed. Floor swept where there is no carpet.

 #3. The bathroom. Tub scrubbed (inside and out). Toilet scrubbed. Sink scrubbed. Trash taken out. Floor swept. Carpets taken out.

 #4. The kitchen! Dishes done. Counters sterilized. Drain tray bleached Bleach is the most fantastic thing ever). Microwave cleaned (inside and out). Floor cleaned. Mat in front of the sink taken out and cleaned. Stove cleaned. Trash taken out and the can sprayed.

 I do believe I am hated now. But I think the message is sinking in. Especially when I am walking through the house and pointing out tiny pieces of paper they have missed on the floor. Or stains on the counter they missed. Dirty clothes laying on the floor of the laundry room (which by the way is an extension of the kitchen).

 By noon, They were seething, Irritated little blobs. I was blissfully happy.

 Today is going to be great. And if they don't get the hint before the weekend, It's dollar menu with Dad on Sunday.