The kiddo's and I cleaned their room yesterday.
It looked good. The floor was completely free of run away crayons and marbles. Not a single item of dirty clothing or paper cutting in sight (or out of sight). Shoes tucked away in the closet and books put on their shelves.
It wasn't good enough.
It. Wasn't. Good. Enough.
I thought I was tied up for fun, but nooooo, I wasn't.
He pulled out That Thing (I hate it!) and the truth came out, I was in trouble.
That Thing is a piece of wood that he turned into a paddle. When I see it, I want to run away. Seriously, I feel that shit in my toes. Not cool.
But it is greatly appreciated. I love that he sees I have more to give.