I’m probably going to be the next mom on Dr Phil being questioned for humiliating my daughter publicly but she is seven, doesn’t have access to my blog, and everything I say is true. Plus, I told her I was posting a picture of her crazy room on my blog and she didn’t seem to mind and was actually quite excited.
The other night the queen was heading to bed. I asked my husband if he would kindly tuck her in. He agreed and the following conversation took place.
The Husband: Oh, Queen, you are going to have to do something with this room! The door almost won’t close! One day you will be really sad that you didn’t get that Olympic medal for track. You won’t get to run in a big race because you will have hurt yourself trying to get to bed. You’ll be stuck working at Kmart for the rest of your life.
The Queen: Why Kmart?
The Husband: Ok, Wal-mart.
The Queen: Why does it have to be Kmart or Wal-mart? Why can’t it be Target? Working at Target is probably pretty cool. Notice she avoided the whole let me get right on the cleaning part!
Well, the room is still a mess and the door almost doesn’t close. Guess I’m going to have to load up on Diet Coke, grab a shovel and get to work.
Dear readers, please share your tips and strategies for clean rooms. I’m all ears. I’m hoping this post will bring a visit from my mom who works wonders with little kid clutter–just ask the teen and tween.