standoff

Bentley knows how to clean her room. She's been doing it for the past year. But lately it's been a power issue, where when I ask she tells me, "You clean it, Mom." So it's safe to say that we've been frustrated with her. And when she's telling me that I should clean it, I don't do anything to help. So it was a disgusting mess where you couldn't see the floor OR her bed because it was all covered in toys and clothes. On Saturday night, Jesse told her she couldn't leave her room until it was clean. I gave her a few ideas on where to start. We would come in and out about every 15 minutes to mention ways to get going, or where to put what. She was allowed out when she needed to go potty or for a meal. TWO AND A HALF DAYS LATER, she finally caved and decided to clean it. Yes, we're that mean. And yes, she's that determined. But she's kept it spotless since!

So that's what I've been up to, lately. My internet has been down, thanks to Quest, who has such great customer service.

F.Y.I. I know that my post about me where I complain about spelling errors, I have a spelling error. I was a little embarrassed, but thought it was funny so I left it. My dad called me last night to tell me.

F.Y.I. The Jesse's Girl song was not my selection on here. It was Jesse's. I may like myself, but not so much as to put a song about how I wish that I had Jesse's Girl... but admit it, some of you-Paris.. Cansas.. you know you can relate!