crazy: a person who repeats the same action in hopes of a different result.
this isn't even ALL of it!
SO, can someone please help me to understand why on earth my eight year old can't grasp the concept of "taking care of her things"? really. i'm not being funny, or sarcastic in any way, shape or form. i truly can not understand with any fiber of my being how she just can't. do. it. *deep long sigh* she has had arts and crafts shoved in every corner of this house. back in november i couldn't take one more minute of it. she was constantly complaining about how she didn't have any crayons or pencils or paper etc. and was constantly begging me to buy her more. so when i went through the mounds and mounds of crap she had, i found more clean paper, pencils and crayons that could FILL a huge plastic tub. WHAT THE CRAP? i then told her and michelle that they could not have any craft things anywhere but in my room, where i would get it for them, have them use it at the table ONLY and then they would have to give it back to me to put away. we did that until christmas day.
this is where my crazy comes in. why on earth would i think things would change? oh, right because i'm CRAZY. *deep long sigh* for some reason i thought it would be a brilliant idea to get a huge plastic bin, fill it will all sorts of craft projects and then give it to the girls for christmas. even the mister thought it wasn't the best idea. i truly am the biggest idiot alive. i warned them on christmas day that they needed to take care of the bin or it would go away. we kept it in the hall closet. in one months time, we have gone from one bucket for elise and michelle to share, to two buckets because michelle was messier than elise to elise being the biggest slob of them all and back to shoving things in every corner of the house again. now, i'm not that mean of a mother. (really) i would go through the bins with them several times a week to help them stay organized. we even had zip lock bags labels for all their things. how much easier can it be to just put it away in the bin? apparently REALLY REALLY hard. because all they could muster was to put it on top of the bin. or in the couch cushions. or under shelves. WHAT. THE. CRAP!?
so, once again we are back to having any and all craft, writing utensils and paper back in my room. just wonderful. more junk to fill up my room. *deep long sigh* sometimes i really wonder why God told me i had to have kids. really. i wonder. a lot.
***i just found a huge stack of perfectly white, clean paper in the recycle bin. WHAT! when i asked elise why she threw it away, she said she was cleaning out the drawers like i asked her to. huh. i think i said to throw away things that were already used but whatever. just yesterday she was begging me to buy her more paper and now she's throwing it away. fabulous. just freaking fabulous!****
this isn't even ALL of it!SO, can someone please help me to understand why on earth my eight year old can't grasp the concept of "taking care of her things"? really. i'm not being funny, or sarcastic in any way, shape or form. i truly can not understand with any fiber of my being how she just can't. do. it. *deep long sigh* she has had arts and crafts shoved in every corner of this house. back in november i couldn't take one more minute of it. she was constantly complaining about how she didn't have any crayons or pencils or paper etc. and was constantly begging me to buy her more. so when i went through the mounds and mounds of crap she had, i found more clean paper, pencils and crayons that could FILL a huge plastic tub. WHAT THE CRAP? i then told her and michelle that they could not have any craft things anywhere but in my room, where i would get it for them, have them use it at the table ONLY and then they would have to give it back to me to put away. we did that until christmas day.
this is where my crazy comes in. why on earth would i think things would change? oh, right because i'm CRAZY. *deep long sigh* for some reason i thought it would be a brilliant idea to get a huge plastic bin, fill it will all sorts of craft projects and then give it to the girls for christmas. even the mister thought it wasn't the best idea. i truly am the biggest idiot alive. i warned them on christmas day that they needed to take care of the bin or it would go away. we kept it in the hall closet. in one months time, we have gone from one bucket for elise and michelle to share, to two buckets because michelle was messier than elise to elise being the biggest slob of them all and back to shoving things in every corner of the house again. now, i'm not that mean of a mother. (really) i would go through the bins with them several times a week to help them stay organized. we even had zip lock bags labels for all their things. how much easier can it be to just put it away in the bin? apparently REALLY REALLY hard. because all they could muster was to put it on top of the bin. or in the couch cushions. or under shelves. WHAT. THE. CRAP!?
so, once again we are back to having any and all craft, writing utensils and paper back in my room. just wonderful. more junk to fill up my room. *deep long sigh* sometimes i really wonder why God told me i had to have kids. really. i wonder. a lot.
***i just found a huge stack of perfectly white, clean paper in the recycle bin. WHAT! when i asked elise why she threw it away, she said she was cleaning out the drawers like i asked her to. huh. i think i said to throw away things that were already used but whatever. just yesterday she was begging me to buy her more paper and now she's throwing it away. fabulous. just freaking fabulous!****
