Yes, the dreaded day has arrived. I am doing to my offspring exactly what my mother did to me.
I grew up as an USAF brat. My mother kept our house pristine at all times. I made my bed first thing in the morning, was not allowed posters on my walls, and if I wanted to sit on the bed, I had to neatly fold my Ralph Lauren comforter back first.
Then came the day when I started acting like a teenager. I left my Reebok high tops and Guess jeans on the floor one day when I left for school. Yes, it was the 1980’s. And when I came home, they were gone. NOOOOOOO!!!!!
My mother went in to my room, placed the wayward items in a trash bag, and waited.
I earned those items back by polishing all of the furniture in the house. And let me tell you, my mother has a LOT of furniture.
Flash forward 30 years.
I am SICK and tired of finding this in the boys’ bathroom in the mornings.
That is the Easley High School baseball uniform that my son wore last night, and slid in. And the Patagonia jacket he wore to school yesterday.
Yes, I am aware that we got home from the game at 9:00 pm last night. I am also aware that the hamper is literally TWO FEET away from those clothes. AND that he has a game tonight, where he will wear his other uniform, and that he has a double header on Saturday, when he will need to wear this uniform again, after mom has of course Iron Out-ed the pants.
SO PUT THEM IN THE !#% HAMPER!!!!
I have now decided that no matter how much it galls me, I am going to go with my mother’s method. And I made a handy dandy list of chores with which my sons can redeem their stuff, like at a pawn shop.
I am going to give fair warning that this policy is going in to effect, and give them 24 hours to get things right, and the tote/trash bag is coming out.
Here is my handy dandy printable that I so thoughtfully made for them….you can download it HERE.