Where Have All My Patience Gone?

Hey All!  I hope you had a productive weekend.  I shocked myself and was a social butterfly this weekend.  Ok, that might be a slight exaggeration.  We had our neighbors over on Friday and then some old friends on Saturday.  I tackled some laundry and cleaned up the house and the kids played.

But my big accomplishment was getting Avery to clean her room without completely losing my mind.

Seriously, I don’t know how she knows what buttons to push, but she is a pro! It’s a good thing she’s cute.  Really cute (but I’m a little bias).



Our latest battle is cleaning her room.  She manages to pull out every. single. toy. every. single. time.  She is really pretty good about playing by herself and she doesn’t need to be entertained, but will find one of us if she needs something, like a snack.

The fight doesn’t start until it’s time to get ready for bed.  For all of their lives, the kids

At the end of a looooong cleaning session, we were both exhausted!

have had to have their rooms clean at bedtime so if someone gets up in the middle of the night, we don’t break our necks getting to our destination (those DARN legos!).


She’s perfectly fine until we say “it’s time to clean up.”  Then it starts: she can’t do it alone; she needs someone to watch her clean up; she doesn’t know where it goes; there is too much to pick up.  The constant excuses with the topper of waterworks that put Niagara Falls to shame are enough to make me lose it.

To begin with, I’m pretty reasonable (at least it would appear that way to everyone but her).  As the minutes tick by and the tears fall, I can usually feel myself becoming what could eventually be compared to a combination of the Hulk with Dr. Jekyll (that’s the bad one, right? I’ve never actually seen it).  I don’t know how she does it.  I don’t know how she manages to turn me into a raving lunatic! There has been more than one occasion that I yell, “I don’t know why you make me be mean!?!?!? Just clean your room!!!”  There’s usually some tag-team effort between me and Jimmy because I just can’t take it anymore. We’ve even gone so far as to load a trash bag full of stuff and throw it out. Sigh.  Why does it have to come to that??

This was the pouty face because we wouldn’t let her play outside without shoes in Ohio… in March.


Shockingly, I don’t have a picture to show you.  Her room is clean at the moment, but not because she did it easily.  I spent the whole time telling her to just pick up the toys,  and didn’t get a chance to take one.  I will add one when it happens, and it WILL happen.

Is this just me? Please tell me that I’m not the only one that is on the verge of letting the house go to ruin for the sake of my sanity.  What happened to the cleaning fairy? I think she already gave up and I think I’m next.

So for today, I’m off to fight another fight and keep everyone alive another day.

Have a great week!


*** I promised an update. This is a picture if today’s battle, and it’s not even as much of a disaster a usual. Ugh. I night just burn the house down. It night be easier. 




One comment

  • I don’t have any kids, but honey my husband can sure seem to make a mess. I am all about putting shoes in the right place, throwing away your trash, putting the dishes(in the sink ATLEAST), always hang up the towels, putting laundry away…the list goes on. I thought it was just normal stuff. Apparently, it isn’t. Sometimes I really have the thoughts…Does he not love enough to atleast do what I ask, does he do this on purpose??
    I have asked him these questions. Of course he loves me and wants me to be happy, but he doesn’t even feel that those things always need to be done.
    So to a certain extent I will just let it go. Or I will get so angry I fuss and yell (and then feel awful).. just to get my point across. Anyways, I think we might just be a little OCD. We need a little cleaning fairy also.
    And Lord help us whenever I do have kids. I am sure I will have some pouty faces to share with you.
    Thanks for sharing!

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