Saturday was cleaning day for my children. It was for myself as well, but my cleaning was all in their rooms as well. The under-the-bed storage containers were all brought out and I got into awful positions to vacuum their rooms. I emptied the dust bin on the vacuum twice and those were FULL loads. We filled three kitchen garbage bags with trash and 2 grocery sacks with donations. My middle child didn’t even finish her part. She was drained and wouldn’t have kept a good attitude if I’d pushed her.
I had gotten tired of stepping on marbles and stubbing my toes when kissing my young ones good night. I made sure they all knew that Saturday afternoon was reserved. I hate these massive cleanings, but I think the kids had a better attitude about it knowing that we were all in it together. I helped dust, did all of the vacuuming, washed windows and mirrors, and kept the trash and recyclables moving out. I told them that after seeing the amount of dust we removed, I felt better about the air they would breathe that night in their sleep.
Some day I won’t have to worry about the cleanliness of each of their rooms anymore. I won’t have to be the bad guy and make them clean. Hopefully they won’t have to rely on closing doors when I come to visit them to hide the mess from me. Time will tell.