Clean Your Kids Rooms...

I cleaned YARM13YOL and Taylor's rooms this weekend. I basically got mad and sent them packing to their grandparent's house for the day Sunday.

First let me tell why I got mad. Saturday YARM13YOL spent almost all day being mad, okay, no, she was just down right pissed. Why. I have not a clue. After running a few errands, I took them to Jonesboro, out to eat, Hobby Lobby (she was kind of happy there) bowling (she couldn't win right off the bat, so I think that had something to do with the anger) and out to eat a 2nd time. The anger subsided somewhere around 3:30 a tiny bit. She must have slept on it and carried it over to Sunday. She got up mad. I asked her to sort the whites and colored clothes. She tells me she's finished. NOTHING had been separated. I asked her again.

You are going to love this...

She started sorting the clothes WITH HER TOES. One sock at a time SLOWLY.
I said, come on now, do it like I do and get it done so we can get ready for church.
She flops down on the floor so hard, she shook the pictures on the wall. I'm surprised she didn't break her tail bone.
I said stand up.
She crouched.
I said stand up.
She didn't.
Fine. I moved her out of the way and did it myself. She won. She didn't have to do anything.

Thats when I decided that I would just ship them, one-drive-way-away to the grandparents for the day. No church, no lunch after church, no Wal-mart and no going to Erin's. (For some reason she thought I was going to Erin's).

So back to the cleaning room thing...
I threw away 3 bags of trash out of YARM13YOL room and 2 bags from Taylor's room. When I say trash, I'm talking...
1. Tiny pencils. Why. Who could possible need a pencil that barely measures on the ruler.
2. Tiny pieces of paper. Everywhere, with tiny little notes on them.
3. Notes from friends - which YARM13YOL says she never writes notes to friends in school.
4. Notes written during class back and forth, interesting notes. For instance, I found out exactly why she was so mad the night I decided to head home and not stay in town for church a couple of Wednesday's ago. She was fire spitting mad. I was making her look like a liar in front of all of her friends, because she had PROMISED them she would be there. The little note shed a BIG light on the subject. She had made plans to "make out" with a boy after church. Why are their hormones so different from ours, when we were that age?
5. HANGERS. I found HANGERS. There is not a black hole in my house sucking up the hangers. They are under beds, shoved in the bottom of closets, behind dressers hanging out with THOUSANDS of tubes of lip gloss and hair bows.
6.Sweet Tarts. I found tons of sweet tarts in Taylor's room. Old Sweet Tarts.
7. I stepped on a tack in Taylor's room. Fun.

That's about it. I do not have a creative bone left in my body, my creativeness got left behind on the elliptical machine at GYM 2000 today, clinging for life, begging for water, lusting after a nice cold Dr. Pepper.