Everyone's blog keeps changing looks. Sad to say, I do not know how to alter ours in any way. For those of you who are bored by the constant, I will endeavor to get my IT guy (that would be Seth by the way) on it whenever I can catch hold of him between football practice, dinner, homework, and end of the night shower. Not much down time in between there.
M.K. inquired as to whether she could attend the boys basketball game this evening. I gave her a firm "no" to which she responded to somewhat snottily. I asserted myself and put my foot down. And here is why: I have a ride for Lindsay to her softball game, I have a ride home for the boys, and quite frankly, I just don't feel like taking her and going back to pick her up an hour or so later. Especially when I have plans to watch the debate. Especially when her room looks like a veritable pig-stye. Why is it the girls blame each other when there is a mess in there? I should go in there and count individual items and put an end to just who is the bigger mess-maker. But then if I did that, I would be inclined to clean rather than count. Tuey used to blame Sean when they shared a room together. Time and a room without Sean has shown that Tuey chooses to live in squalor, unaided. So now that I've put my foot down and told her no, why do I feel guilty?
Just re-read this and was cajoled by the Powers That Be to remember my and my sisters room when we shared our quarters. It too was a veritable pig-stye. What's more, we used to trip over the clean, neatly folded clothes that my mother would leave on the stairs for us, picking out of the pile when it suited our needs, or else just knocking it over and leaving it lay. Perhaps I'm getting what I gave. And/or perhaps they should all be spanked and put to bed without any broth. I shall consider that and get back to you.
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I sit here smiling. I love reading your blog.
brings back memories..not always fond mind you..of sharing a room with skate and it being a pig stye and my mother trying to make us clean it (sharing a room was not the unpleasant part)and my mother would go on and on about us cleaning our room..and she is one of those sisters you speak of that lived in squalor in her day. suffice it to say, katie and i don't need to try to shift blame on anyone...we are both messy when it comes to keeping a bedroom. maybe its genetic?
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