I spent at least 3 hours yesterday cleaning out the disgusting area that my boys inhabit. I have been really trying to get them on track with keeping their room clean, taking personal responsibility, you get what I'm saying. They're almost eleven, we're starting junior high next fall, and I felt like if I let them half-ass their chores now, it's only going to get much worse. Every night they are supposed to clean up before TV, then in the morning they have to make their beds, pick up anything on the floor, not hard. Or so I thought. Must be REALLY hard for the mind of a ten year old... So yesterday, the shorties were playing sweetly, so I went to town. With one break to put the little ones down for nap, I spent the whole time going from corner to corner, top to bottom. I crawled under their beds. YUCK. They are simply gross. 2 trash bags later, one spoon in the closet, one bowl in a desk drawer later, I don't even want to tell you where I found dirty clothes.
So when they got home and I sat them down and showed them everything, I didn't yell. I told them I expected more from them. And gave them a clean slate. Keep your fingers crossed that it took. I come from a family that raised boys (another story for another day) and I want to raise MEN. I don't expect them to keep their space spotless, I'm not delusional. I expect them to follow the rules. No food in bedrooms, dirty clothes go in the hamper, make your bed. I do it, they can too. I hope.... :)
Now I told Olivia her room was next. Please don't surprise me and gross me out. I don't want to don a hazmat suit to clean the upstairs bedrooms. Did I mention the orange peels under one boys' bed?! I'm going to have flashbacks....
Have a great weekend, we've got soccer today and polar swim/swim team sign up tomorrow.