I am winning the battle...but perhaps losing the war‏

Do you recall our post from early last week? We "quit" our jobs as mothers. We subsequently wrote letters to our husbands detailing our love for their "quirky yet cute" child-like ways that they have complete and utter disregard for socials norms. As a result of our posts, my sister and I decided to borrow and page out of my parents' play book and call a "Family Meeting". Oh GOD I remember the gut-wrenching nerves that took over when we were called to these as children and teenagers while growing up. Whether I was guilty of something or not, I always internalized the angst. I knew that the message was indirectly intended for me, and therefore I would turn my questionable behavior on its rear and kick my cooperation into high gear. I was hoping our current version of the Family Meeting would have the same effect on my family and I could sit back and coast along through my wonderfully clean, organized and happy home. I was on crack. Well, sort of.

I have noticed less whining and eye rolling when I ask the kids to put away their laundry.

My dear, sweet husband does not walk PAST the closet to hang his coat on the back of a chair (I think he has actually stopped wearing a coat out of defiance...but I still chalk that up as a "win" for me). And hey, at least the kids FOUND the closet.

The kids put dirty dishes INTO the appliance meant for washing them instead of on the counter above this appliance.

They have even unloaded it.

Soiled clothes make it TO the laundry room and even within inches of the hamper.

They put hats and mittens into their appointed bins.

Coats no longer litter the floor in our mudroom.

Empty toilet paper rolls have actually been replaced with full ones (I am still not sure who is responsible for this, as no one will admit to it...I have my money on either the 5 year old or the 39 year old).

Beds get made. (no, there is not a child in there...at least I don't think there is...)

You can see the floors of their bedrooms...but who REALLY wants to see baseboards, right?


Anyway, I have noticed a bit more helpfulness, but I wish I could stress "bit" in a font that is worthy of dripping sarcasm. I have realized that I need to be VERY DELIBERATE AND PAINFULLY DETAILED in my requests and corresponding instructions. I must remember afterall that they are still children, even the 39 year old. They are still in training. I wouldn't buy a horse, tell him he is a champion and expect a Triple Crown year right out of the gates, right?? So I guess you could say we're celebratinghelp me celebrate our small...victories??? Dare I even say.....chalk one up for the moms??

At what point do you say, "good 'nuff" and walk away? Life is all about choosing your battles and winning the war. I am still not sure if I am ready to wave my white flag.

7 comments:

Bethanne said...
March 3, 2010 at 10:29 AM

Well, I'd say that's progress. Some kind of progress. Baby steps I guess! And yes, I think that baseboards are sometimes overrated....

Amy Lee said...
March 3, 2010 at 11:05 AM

LMFAO..Love the toilet paper..Looks like something my 9 year old would do.

Rebecca said...
March 3, 2010 at 12:04 PM

OMG that was awesome, I especially love the dishwasher photo, what "helpers" you have there!! Regardless of age, I often have to re-wash the dishes when my husband "helps" lol.

redfraggle37 said...
March 3, 2010 at 1:14 PM

hey at least that TP roll was next to the old one, my DH leaves the new roll on TOP of the empty roll...and then acts like he did me a favor? WTF?

Marci said...
March 3, 2010 at 4:12 PM

I'm still trying to teach my 6 year old daughter to at least TELL me when we're out of toilet paper **Sigh**

Sarah said...
March 3, 2010 at 5:19 PM

I'd have to agree with Bethanne - baby steps!

I've had to relax with a lot of things, especially when the intentions are good but the execution is a bit flawed.

me said...
March 3, 2010 at 8:32 PM

LOL...I mentioned to my DH how nice it would be to come home to a "made" bed...and our bed...looked so much like your child's...I just started laughing...yes, baby steps:)

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