How many times have I told my daughter to tidy up her room this week? This month? I lost count and I decided that is was nonsense. I am the mother and what I say goes! Amen! I marched in with garbage bags...bagged up all her toys, dolls and clothing. I left her 2 outfits and her books. She also has 3 dolls that I couldn't bare to see in bags and then stuffed into our storage shed in the back yard. She will have the opportunity to earn back her clothing and maybe some of her toys...we will see about the toys. If she can take care of her few items now and demonstrate a bit of responsibility towards those items I will consider a return of some things. But the rest are going to the Women and Children Shelter in town.
The boys were amazingly well behaved during my rampage...telling me they loved my dress and how lovely I looked (bug eyed and red-faced with my nostrils flared in fury...probably not so pretty, but I appreciate where they were coming from) asking me if they could get me a glass of water or maybe a piece of chocolate?
I do admit that maybe my BP was a little elevated and I am feeling the stress of having my husband out of town...but her room is now clean and no one was beaten.