Saturday, February 7, 2015

Day 2: (a single motherhood mini-series)

Day two ran fairly smoothly. My only real plans were to clean, and to work out. We had an invitation to go see my sister ride in a horse show in town, but I wasn't sure we could handle it. And by "we", I mean "I". The kids all seemed to be feeling better, though Cody is still coughing a lot. Everyone slept in, at least a little bit, and the moods were improved over yesterday. I decided I was open to the horse show, and I canvassed the crew for opinions. Everyone was all for it. Okay! Now I had leverage.

The deal was, I will clean the hall, both bathrooms, the front entrance, the living room, the kitchen, the laundry room and Lauren's room. All I required is that Jamie and Micah clean their own room. If they did that, we would go to the show. For once, I was in a win-win situation. I love horses, and I love my sister, but the show was 40 minutes away, and it was snowing outside. I knew if we went, they would likely fight all the way there, and all the way back, and I was already exhausted. But I also knew we would all enjoy the horses, and I wouldn't have to cook supper, as we would be in town at that time.

The boys didn't clean their room. The whining and outright refusal to lift a finger was nothing short of epic, and I decided very early in the day that the horse show was a definite no. Part way through the day, I had had enough, and I had to stand in their room and (figuratively) crack the whip. I had to actually verbally instruct them with each item they needed to pick up off the floor. They just don't get it. And I confess, I have failed here as a mother, because I can't stand the battles, so I don't enforce the cleaning often enough. By the end of the day, the hall was clean, the front entrance was clean, the living room was clean, and the kitchen was improved.

I also cleaned the toilet in one bathroom. That was largely inspired by a longstanding tradition in this household. Every time, without fail, that Mike is away overnight, even if it's only for one night, somebody plugs the toilet. It's uncanny, so to speak. We have a stupid plunger. It's not normal. It's like an accordion thingy, that almost guarantees splashing. I hate plunging toilets, but thanks to my boys and their proficiency at plugging them while Mike is away, I have become adept at it. I fixed it, and cleaned it. I put everyone to bed early, and I even got to shower. Now it's only 9:30 and I feel like it's one in the morning. I worked hard all day, and tomorrow stars bright and early. We will leave the house by 8:15 for the next round of hockey adventures. Last night nobody got up in the night. Here's praying tonight is the same. Goodnight, all.

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