Well, we survived week one of summer vacation. It wasn't as bad this year as it has been in years past. Perhaps dangling the carrot....er... pool in front of them as a reward for having a good day has helped a bit.
Though, just this afternoon, I hit my patience limit on the "kid droppings" that are littered throughout the house. I officially became a nag. I found myself saying several times There's a place for everything and everything goes in its place.
The upside is that tonight I can actually walk into the kids' rooms, and not trip over dirty clothes, books, or army men.
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In the summer, when we used to have Roy's kids here too, the girls drove me crazy with clothes,etc laying all over the house. So I got a big box and told them that if I found anything laying where it didn't belong, it was mine for a week. Wow, the magic words because if something was out and they saw me coming,it was a mad dash to get it and put it up.
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