I've been informed that the Russians are missing me, so I'm back!
Leila is leaving for camp in a few days and I am SO READY. I just hurt my foot twice trying to maneuver around her rat's nest of a room, and declared that I was going to throw everything away while she is at camp unless it is spotless by the time she leaves. The experiment to see how long it would take her to clean her room if left up to her own devices is over. The conclusion we can draw is that she will never clean her room, and will be happy to live in her own filth forever as long as she can play minecraft on her ipod touch. She was like this as a baby too; never cried when she had a poo diaper. She was perfectly content to slosh around in it.
I'm over it. She can live in her own filth when she's a grown up all she wants. Her roommates will just love her. Wait until they find out that she wont pick up a dirty dish and put it in the dishwasher because its "disgusting" even if its the dish she just ate from. And just wait until she uses their towels and they end up all nasty. And when she uses all the glasses in the house for a few gulps of water and leaves them by the sink? They'll throw her a freakin' party.
I realize with all the hormones and tears and puberty that maybe not making her clean her room sounds like a good idea, and I've been pretty self righteous about it, like I'm such a cool mom eliminating that battle from our repertoire, but my coolness supply just ran out and I'm gonna start making her clean that hell hole like every other mom out there. You know what else? I'm gonna get her a good old fashioned alarm clock so that I can take her stupid ipod touch away at night and she can't use waking up as an excuse. ENOUGH!
Of course, I wont actually have an opportunity to put all this tough love into practice because she's practically not going to be here for the next month. But when school starts? Put on your seat belts, its gonna get bumpy!
In other news, I'm in summer school learning drafting, both hand drafting and CAD drafting. You know what? I think I have a knack! Not sure I want to be a draftsperson, but it made me lament my terrible math education. I should have been a geometrist. And if that's not a career, I should have invented it.
UPDATE! Leila just came out of her room with some cable and you know what? I THINK SHE'S CLEANING UP!
See? It pays to lose your temper and throw in a well placed "God Damn it!!" She knows when I say God damn it that I mean business.
So GOD DAMN IT! someone comment on this post so that I know your'e still out there!