Over and over again today I repeated the phrase, “Because I’m the mom. That’s why….”
Only it wasn’t being said to my kids.
I said it once to Hubby. The rest of the time I was mumbling it under my breath.
We have been asking Amp to clean his room for weeks now. His response is always the same. Deep nod of the head and a grunt, followed by…… nothing.
A few weeks ago. Hubby and I found a note on the counter in his writing. Something about spiders and declaring war and taking charge quickly.
Thinking his fear of spiders was the best motivation to get him to clean his room so we could vacuum and spray, we once again explained the benefits of having a clean room, with no secret hiding spots for spiders.
Last night, after finding another spider in his room, he decided it was easier if he just slept on the couch upstairs.
Okay, NOW he’s stepping into my territory. Something needed to be done. So today, while he was at school, I declared war against his room and the spiders, and fought the battle by myself.
And believe me, it was ugly.
I worried a little about what I might find under his bed, he being almost 16 and all, but luckily it was the usual dust bunnies, peanut butter cracker wrappers, Lego pieces… pencils… coins… tacks… tightly folded notes.
Under his desk I found empty yogurt containers, a few spoons, tons of water bottles, and the match to many of his socks.
I threw all the trash away, recycled the bottles, and put the rest in respective piles. Then I went in search of containers.
I found a box for the notes. I can proudly say I did not peak at any of them.
I found an old coffee can to contain all the pens, pencils, markers etc.
And for the coins, all 4 dollars and 57 cents of them, I found the perfect container in my own closet…. the one I dip into when he wants extra money for a treat after school. Yep. Perfect place to store the money that I
found earned by cleaning his room.
After all the furniture had been pulled out, vacuumed behind, and dusted, hubby sprayed the edges of the room. He wondered aloud why I was cleaning the room and not Amp, and reminded me that at some point he’s going to have to start doing this himself.
I assured him I’ve been asking myself the same question, and giving myself the same lecture, and my response is always the same…
Because I’m the mom. That’s Why.