I Got Nothin’
January 10, 2011 2 Comments
No coffee today, no tea, I got nothin’! I spent all day in my son’s room cleaning the darn thing! The only help forthcoming was from the two-year old that follows me like a lost puppy, and that was fleeting, and hardly made up for the work he undid as I continued to work. And why wasn’t the eight year old mostly responsible for the mess in the room with me? I’ve been down this road with my son many a time. A mountain of toys, clothes, pieces of cardboard and any other odd tidbit he thought to bring into his room. I wish I had the picture I took of it the time before this, but sadly my camera ate it. I’ll tell him to do it on his own, only to have a full day of stress.
His initial reaction is the usual “Aw!!!!” followed by a slouching shamble to the disaster zone. About five minutes later, he can be heard playing, which makes me come in and glaringly insist that he work. About fifteen minuets from the time I asked him to clean said room, he asks if he can take a break. If I were to allow this, which I don’t, he’d take as long as he could squeeze out. But, no I send him back, a slight ache growing in my head. Many variations of this will happen during the course of the afternoon and evening. He’ll eat his dinner slowly, and try to trick me into forgetting that he has to clean his room. Ofcorse every time I find that he’s playing, which is often, I get more and more frustrated, my voice raises more and more, till I’m sure I look like one of those cartoon characters whose faces are read and have shooting steam from their ears. At the end of the day, the room either looks pretty much the same, or I jump in at the last half hour and make it presentable, but not satisfactory and the slight ache has turned into a full-blown throbbing cranium. Let us not forget that we have to go through the same song and dance the next day, and the next…OH MY GOD!
No. I was not going to go through that today. I wanted to be able to walk up to his closet without tiptoeing around and on a lot of junk. I wanted to be able to walk into the room in the pitch dark of night and not trip over, step on, or stub my toe with some random item. I wanted the legos in the lego thing, I wanted the treasures in the treasure chest, I wanted the cars put in the car carrying case, and I wanted the car carrying case to be put back together! I wanted the room clean, tonight, without fuss. So I did it myself and though my back aches from sitting on that floor the whole time, my head does not throb, and I can walk through the room right now, dance even (if I felt like waking up my children) and not step on a thing!
But that is why I’ve got nothin’. I’m going to go to Facebook, see if Cityville is still going to be a pain to my computer, and maybe get some writing done in my Revolution story. Wish me well!