I know. Scary thought, right?
Seriously though. I was thinking about my morning with Clayton. It sort of went like this:
Me: Y’all need to figure out who’s cup got left on the table that the cat knocked over and clean up the water on the floor.
*ten minutes later*
Me: Seriously, guys. This needs to be cleaned up.
Clayton: Well I never get big red cups of water. Plus, I remember putting mine in the sink last night.
Me: Clayton, you either never had a red cup or put yours in the sink. Actually, I don’t care. Clean it up, please because I remember seeing Will put his in the sink last night.
Clayton: Wait, but …
Me: Please just clean it up. I don’t wasn’t to argue about it.
Clayton: You have to listen to me…
Me: No. I really don’t want to hear it. Not another word.
Clayton: But Rachel…
Then Clayton proceeds to crumble up the bagel he was eating. All.over.the.floor.
I have to say, had this happened with either Sarah or James, I would have totally lost it at this point. But since I’m desperately trying to be a better mom to Will and Clayton (and Daniel and Keelan), I tried to remain calm and just work through this. I might or might not have counted to 10. Ten times.
Me: Once you clean up the water, please get the broom and clean up the bagel. Oh, and you’re grounded.
But back to what I was thinking about. The next time I find a mess in the morning, I’m just gonna clean it up myself and avoid the drama. I know it won’t really teach the kids about personal responsibility, but honestly I don’t even care at this point.