What is that famous phrase? Desperate times call for drastic measures? I must be desperate for my kids to listen and follow my directions, because I have taken some drastic measures with them today.
I had it... I had reached my limit with the constant messy rooms even after I tell them to pick up, doing the complete opposite of what I ask them to do, the whiny complaints and never taking me serious. I am tired of telling them to always pick up their toys and hearing how tired they are to pick them up.
If you have kids, you know what I am talking about... it's frustrating!
Let me give you a little history on the situation...
If the kids don't pick up their toys (mind you.. this is after multiple warnings) then I get a trash bag out, and "throw away" any of the toys they failed to pick up. Paige quickly learned after the first time her toys were "thrown away" and started keeping her room clean. Matthew has not figured this out just yet. He has had many toys "thrown away" but he still had a room filled with toys so he did not seem to care.
I have to admit, Paige is a smart little girl. She figured out our system and started playing with Matthew's toys and in his room so when it was time to pick up in the evening... she would tell us "Those aren't my toys" so she didn't have to pick up.
Hmmm. Does she really think we are blind or stupid??? We caught on to her little scheme and told her "If you were playing with them, then you get to help him pick up his toys."
For those that are wondering if I actually throw them away.... no. I put them into a trash bag, take them to the garage, and then I filter through them and donate some of them. The remainder toys are kept out in the garage and they can "earn" the toys back on good behavior. Out of sight, out of mind.
Anyway... yesterday, I told Matthew he better pick up all his toys before he goes to bed, or I am throwing them all away. Not just the toys on the floor, but ALL his toys. So last night, he went to bed and his room was a MESS! I started picking them up to "throw away" and put them in piles so I could move them to the garage in the morning. It was late. I was tired. So I went to bed.
This morning, I woke up, walked into his room and his toys were dumped all over his floor. WHAT?! How does this happen in just minutes??? I had it! So I asked him, what was he thinking and why he made such a mess of his room. "Paige did it." REALLY??? Sure enough, Paige peeks into the room and a little quiet squeak comes out her mouth... sorry. "You did this?" I asked her.
That was it... "They are ALL mine!" I packed up ALL their toys, every last little LEGO and Barbie shoe and moved them all into a big pile in the dining room. Oohhh. they were not happy. BUT, I told them exactly what would happen if they didn't pick up and they thought I was joking. It may be April Fools day, but this is no joke! The only toys they were able to keep are puzzles, board games, color books, and reading books. No more TV, toys, or movies. They are officially GROUNDED!
Now, maybe they will know that I am not playing around and will listen and follow directions. Ya think??