Hard Worker (or so I thought...)

Ryan and I have finally cracked down and got the kids going on a chore chart. One of Londyn's chores today was to clean her room. It really was quite messy from the most recent playdate. I started helping her and then I left to do some other things. I could hear her hard at work and was thrilled to know she was going strong even without my help. She was so excited to show me the finished product. I obeyed and closed my eyes while she opened her door with a big drumroll waiting for applause. I was so pleased when I saw what she had done.




When Ryan got home I even talked to him about how glad I was that she was able to stick with her room until it was good and clean.

Well tonight I was going crazy trying to find my missing pair of jeans and as a last resort I thought I'd check underneath her bed where occasionally I've found that she's stashed a pair of dirty underwear. That's when I quickly became aware that Londyn still needs some guidance when it comes to a clean room.



The funny thing is that just the other day I was talking to my Mom on the phone and she reminded me of a time when I was probably 5 that I cleaned my room (which I thought looked amazing!) by stashing everything I owned under my bed, which had a bed skirt to hide everything perfectly (I thought). Where do I look for blame?