When we moved into our new house, there were two bedrooms perfect for each one of our girls. Our girls who are one year apart. One might think that separating them and giving each of them their own space would be ideal, but obviously this is just a knee-jerk thought. Not one that I had spent weeks months, perhaps years plotting and planning.
My girls were going to…
**cue the dramatic hamster
(introduced to me my new bloggie crush, Rach Riot)
DUH, DUH, DUN-NAHHHHHHH!!!
SHARE A ROOM!!!
Yes, you might think why would you do this? Do you want more fighting? Hair pulling? Children waking up the other in the middle of the night? NO! Are you high? Why would I want that! I have my plan. Part forcing them to work out their problems together, part learning to share, part helping them feel safe in the middle of the dark night AND…
THE PLAYROOM! Ah, yes the playroom. I painted it pink before we moved in (a prerequisite for them to even move to the new house. I think it was in the contract.) and made sure it had a door that would fully close.
This brilliant idea (and I still claim it is brilliant) has saved me many a headache. I don’t have to yell at them to clean up their toys every night. Only the day before the vacuum is to enter the picture, do I tell them if it is on the floor, it will get sucked up. For some reason, they are quite good at picking that crap up. Only ONCE did they not do it and I have 4 boxes of tiny, headless Polly Pockets and Disney parts in the basement awaiting their demise.
I don’t like to clean, nor do my children. But we know that it has to happen. When the vacuum is a’comin’ you better put it into overdrive! Otherwise please close that door to the playroom on your way out and don’t forget to turn off that light. I’m not paying to light up the whole neighborhood!
How do you get your kids to clean up their crappola? Every day? Once a quarter? Talk amongst yourselves…discuss!