Yup. I’ve had it with children laying around in their jammies all day, smelling of overripe morning breath, and looking like whole flocks of pigeons have made homes in their hair.
I get up every morning and go to work. I ask the children to do one chore a day. It might be vacuuming, or mowing, or to load and unload the dishwasher, or to do a load (one load, mind you, don’t want anyone breathing down my neck about Child Labor Laws!) of laundry.
So – I am revoking their vacation privileges.
There will be no more sleeping in till I come home for lunch.
They will not go back to bed after I leave in the mornings, if I have to call their little cell phones every 5 minutes till I go home for lunch.
NO moping. It is spelled mopping.
If you’re bored enough to flip through the channels twice and to complain that there’s nothing to eat in the house, then you’re bored enough to clean your room!
There are going to be some changes made, my lovely little launderers.
Cause, if Mama ain’t happy, well…
I’ll let you use your imaginations to fill in the rest, shall I?
Now, if I could get one of these…