Thursday, 4 October 2012
Striking Mothers Log Book Day 4:
DING! DING! DING!! We have a winner folks!! Any guesses on which one caved? I’ll give you a hint…it wasn’t Dylan or me. I’ll leave you on the edge of your seat. First let me recap today.
‘Doggy bags’ for lunch was not a big hit. Shocker. Quinn actually checked if there was real dog crap in the bag. Really?? What kind of monster do you think I am? When I asked if she was ok with taking it for lunch, she shrugged her shoulders and said “sure, why not”. I’m screwed. However, for those children in Junior High, the prospective of eating out of pooh bags was far to embarrassing. They actually got angry at ME!! Geesh, it was Dylan who packed their lunch, at least give credit where credit is due. I flipped them the bird when they had their backs turned, it made me feel better. Both of them stomped to the back door to get their lunch bags out of their backpacks (progress right?), then proceeded to dump the old contents on the counter (its beyond me how they found any available space…it's like Jenga) and transferred their pooh lunch into the now empty lunch kits. Wait for it…. they left the pooh bags on the counter. Sigh….no progress after all. We were so close.
Today’s breakfast was served on leftover Christmas paper plates and juice in Red Solo cups. It was like an early White Trash Christmas morning. I found myself humming ‘Here Comes Santa Clause’ all day long.
For some reason there is masking tape in my bathroom. This has honestly had me wondering all day what one could possibly need masking tape in the loo for. Are their tooshies so tender they needed to tape together toilet paper to make 6 ply? I’m really a loss for this one. Any ideas readers?
Word of advice: If you decide to strike, do not cook salmon for dinner. Enough said.
Remember how I thought Quinn had hit an all time low yesterday with the dog hair…appears I spoke too soon. Lunch bags (these things will be the freaking death of me) were left on the floor at the back door after school. The dog helped himself. Now I have chewed up baggies of food all over the house and a Great Dane with a purple mouth from his blueberry snack. Rut Roh!
Olivia continues to tell me that the kitchen is disgusting. At last count she had made this statement 17 times today alone. Looks like I don’t need to worry about a trip to the optometrist. Peyton asked me if this was one of my ‘silly mind games’ then proceeded to express her disgust that I am not doing anything for her. My answer, as it has been all week, was an empathetic “I have just been so busy this week my love”. Then I walked away and checked to see if my wine fridge was stocked.
The winner? Why it was Quinn. This would have been my last guess!! My little love broke down in the kitchen tonight as she was trying to rinse a glass to use and began to cry. Through her sobs she said “I don’t wanna eat out of pooh bags anymore, I don’t want paper plates or beer cups for breakfast. Can you please help me clean up?” I stood silent for a moment and decided to let her in on it. I began negotiation talks with the ‘other side’. NHL my ass…I’ll show you how it’s done.
I took her on a tour around the house and as she noticed that not one item left strewn about belonged to mommy or daddy, her mouth dropped. She hugged me and began to tidy her things only. She has been instructed to NOT tell her sisters…. which of course delights her beyond no belief.
The other two you ask? I believe I am in it for the long haul. I love them, but they are disgusting little creatures. I have begun to call them the 'Basement Trolls'.
Tonight I am using the big glass.