MAD. TOTALLY, COMPLETELY, UTTERLY MAD!
i have spent the greater part of six months arguing with my oldest about sleeping, cleaning or just spending time in her room. keep in mind that she has the whole dang basement all to herself. A. WHOLE. BASEMENT! personal bathroom included. how spoiled is that? she doesn't see it that way. no, she thinks she is being tortured every night when we make her go down to sleep. (apparently she is terrified of the big dark basement all alone at night)
she was also the one just over six months ago that was begging us for her own room because her little sister was bothering her to much. sigh. can we please just stop this? please?
SO, we gave in one last time. we appeased the pleas to once again share a room upstairs with her sister and make the basement a play room. i must admit this appealed to me, since having toys and children's shows/music on in the main floor living room was making me a bit batty. having a basement for all the toys and t.v./radio for me to demand they go to just seemed so enticing.
yesterday was the big day. the mister and i did the back braking moving of furniture down and up 4 flights of stairs when we realized that both girls twin beds would not fit into the small room upstairs. RATS! now what were we going to do? we had an emergency family meeting to try and figure out our next step and avoid anymore moving. our only options were to
1. move everything back the way it was and each have their own room
or 2. the girls would have to share a twin bed. share as in both sleep in a twin sized bed and have a basement playroom.
can you guess what my girls said? yep. they wanted a play room. and want to know why? because they wanted a t.v. downstairs. that's it. because elise is so scared of the dark she wants to sleep in a twin sized bed with her ever moving sister and have her own t.v. downstairs in the basement. let me take a movement....
WHAT!? WHAT!? WHAT!? WHAT!? WHAT THE EVER LIVING WHAT?! FOR ALL THAT IS GOOD, WHAT?
dread is in my stomach. i know this will not turn out well. i told them that we were not moving anyone or anything again until the military comes in and drags us out of our house. i also said that i will not listen to any complaints about sharing a bed. NONE. AT. ALL.
and as i checked them last night, michelle was already sleeping on the floor. and as i type right this very minute at 10 o'clock at night i hear my girls messing about up in their room. yes, this is not going to turn out well at all. sigh.
but, this whole long story is not the reason i am writing. no, it's to tell of the horrors of what i found in the basement last night as i sat and organized for FOUR HOURS until the wee hours of 2am feeling so crumby to boot. the things that i found....
old socks and old worn underwear shoved in bags, toy purses, and pencil boxes. (SOOOOO GROSS)
black banana peels in drawers
old food wrappers everywhere
clothes shoved in toy boxes, under desks
pencil and crayon shavings EVERYWHERE!
and a laundry basket full of pencils, pens, crayons, markers, erasers and sharpeners. not to mention the vast amount of blank papers that i found in the most obscure places.
this last is what makes me the most upset since my daughter reminds me everyday at what a horrible mother i am for depriving her of the above mentioned materials. and every time i tell her and i quote:
"i swear to you elise, if you just clean your room i know you would find clean paper and writing utensils. i just know you have them somewhere."
and this is always her response:
"I'VE CLEANED MY ROOM! I DON'T HAVE ANY. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WON'T LET ME HAVE ANYMORE. WHY DO YOU HATE ME? EVERYONE HATES ME!"
i'm not even kidding. seriously, why would i joke about something like that? sigh. oh, the drama. why am i doing this again? oh right, because i thought it would be a brilliant idea to be a mom. (or rather, heavenly father did) hmmmm.
SO, to end this very, very, very long disturbing rant i at least now have a toy free living room and a organized playroom in the basement that will most likely last a day. but i CAN throw them down there anytime i need a break from the above mentioned whining about what a horrible, horrible mother i am. my only relief from all of this is knowing the day when my children are all grown up and they have children of their own and i can spoil them rotten then send them home to have them continually whine about "why can't you be as cool as grandma!":)
