Yes. The dreaded Cleaning Day has struck my home. Mom has reached her breaking point. Noise hasn't been taking it well. He had the flu, or at least a mild fever, most of this week and has only just(read barely) gotten over it. Okay, enough with this, on to the real breakdown/storytelling portion of the post so as to explain my choice of title. Though it should be fairly self-explanatory.
Mom reached her breaking point on the mess and clutter and dirt(plus hair. Three people with long hair, a dog, and a cat produce almost enough hair to get a gerbil from one room alone, especially when you vacuum.) and with her being about the only one doing anything about it. And so, today was declared Cleaning Day. Naturally, when Noise was told that he had to clean he collapsed and began to whimper. When he was told he had to do school... well. I think you can guess how he feels about doing both today. I've had to 'play mommy' twice today. Here's a run down of roughly how these 'talks' go.
Me: stand
Noise: *stands *
Me: deep breath
Noise: *breaths a deep, shuddering breath *
Me: wait
Noise: *waits on his bed and drinks some of his water while I get tolet paper *
Me: blow.
Noise: *does as I ask * *repeat(
Me: Now tell me, clearly and without stuttering or crying, what is wrong.
Noise: I have to...
Me: *calmly works him through it *
And I'm about to do another even though Mom said to stop being the mommy. Oh, and Mom's trying to help, over the phone, my grandmother with my grandmother's job. Oh yes, the woes of a sister on Cleaning Day are many and stretched out across many, overly long, hours.
AWWW poor Noise!! :((( I've been semi-sick for weeks so I know how he feels :( Or felt, that is. Wait, you mean a gerbil was nesting in the hair you guys generated? Gerbils don't usually come into houses - you sure it wasn't a rat or large mouse? Or were you just speaking figuratively? HAHA you'd think Noise was being asked to scrub the driveway with a toothbrush in negative 10 degree weather! Eh, but that's how I acted when asked to do chores at that age, so I really can't talk xD You probably didn't, though. You were always the sweet little angel, am I right? Mostly...hehe. I guess alternatively, you could just skip on explaining everything to an eight-year-old and just use the "Because I said so" route. Hm. Always worked with my sisters xD What's your grandmother's job? I don't believe you've mentioned it before. Well, don't say here, but just sometime over email if it comes up. Hang in there darlin', there may be many more cleaning days to come but at least you'll have the satisfaction of a gerbil-free house! :D (I'm a long way from that point myself, as you know :P)
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