My house just is not as clean as it used to be. Being under contract, it is liberating to be able to leave the house a mess and know that it is okay, but at the same time I miss having a clean house a little bit.
So yesterday I decided to get some of it back, but thought that it was unfair that I face the daunting task on my own. So I told the girls first thing in the morning that they could not watch television until their room was clean.
Well, they called my bluff and just played all morning with toys and with each other.
And I learned something. Having them watch PBS in the morning is not for them, it's for my sanity! Oh, that little threat backfired in so many ways. Because they were not kickin' it with Sesame Street, they made even bigger messes. Sigh.