Yesterday we did a lot of housekeeping junk. I cleaned out the armoire and the linen closet and the kids did their rooms and collected their toys, clothes, books, and whatnot from all over the house and put it away. Tonight, less than 36 hours from when we finished yesterday, the house looks like a before shot from an episode of TLC's Clean Sweep. If DFACS came to inspect my house, I'm afraid they would take my children away. Amazingly, this has all been blamed on Uncle John. And they do like to bring out everything they own to show him, in case he's forgotten since last time.
So I was giving Lecture Number Ninety Seven for the seven hundredth time and also was explaining that tomorrow we are going to be making a chore schedule to go along with a school schedule so that no one has to experience Crazy Mommy anymore. I will admit that my kids get this lack of organization and structure from me so it is really hard and hypocritical to get upset with them. I'll be the first to point that out.
I was reminding them of the one time we had been successful at keeping the house clean everyday. It was in Louisville before we moved back to Georgia and the kids had a chore chart with stickers they put beside the completed chores each night. As I was excitedly promoting this idea again, here's what followed:
Holt: Stickers aren't going to get it anymore, Mama.
Me: What do you mean?
Holt: There's going to have to be money involved and a lot of it.
So, despite the ailing economy and our shrinking budget, I think we're going to attempt to give this guy a little taste of what drives him. I've never met another six year old so fascinated with income. I'm pretty sure he would love to panhandle at Main Street and 41. If you see him, honk and spare a dollar. And please, leave DFACS out of it.
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