Recently, thanks to the guidance of my super organized friend, Carol, I have started the long process of creating harmony with the things in my house. I gave the pencils their own container (they like it much better than being thrown on the floor), threw away old pots and pans, put all my band-aids together and even matched up my measuring cups (for what reason, I don't know, because it's not like I cook with them). I was thrilled. Everything had a place and I actually was able to find things when I needed them. What a crazy concept.
My children, however, was not so quick to deviate from their chaotic ways. I would find markers strewn about and then somebody (accidentally) broke the lid of my craft bin.
The last straw was yesterday. I needed some cute red bows for my three little munchkins. I had five minutes before I had to leave for the party, but not to worry, I knew exactly where they were.
Except that they were not there! (I'm sure you are all just shocked.)
I could't believe it. I had organized everything, so what was the deal???!!! I searched and searched. Finally, we had to go to the Valentine's party with one orange hair bow, a green barrette and poor Victoria was left with her hair in her eyes.
Isabella admitted later that she had stashed the hair accessories in her room to beautify her dolls.
"Bring me your shoes." I ordered.
"Are you gonna put the hair clips on them?" she asked.
"Nope. I am going to hide them so you have to look for them, like I had to look for my stuff!" I chirped.
Her sisters stared at me, amazed at my brilliant idea (or perhaps shocked that I actually had an idea).
"You'd better hurry.", I continued, "because we're leaving for Mcdonald's in exactly ten minutes and if you can't find them, then you have to stay home."
Everyone gasped while I set the timer.
My kids are not real good lookers, so I did give her the hint that the shoes had been hidden upstairs. Still, the minutes ticked by, her feet frantically dashing up and down the hall.
Anastasia spoke in a whisper, "Mom is getting kind of picky about her stuff".
"And you!!!" I boomed, on a roll, "The same goes for you if you touch my things without asking.
Isabella finally did find her shoes and we dined on apple pies and fries (see, I told you I didn't need measuring cups), but I think they really learned something this time.
Does anyone have any other ideas on how to get kids to listen and respect others peoples things?
Anyway, Catherine is keeping her shoes close to her tonight.