Tidy and hating it
For about a month, I haven't had to ask my kid to clean her room. For the first eight and a half years of her life, it's been a pigsty. I have blogged about this before.
Sometimes, we had to go in and deep-clean it, like before guests come to stay in it. That required parental involvement. Ugh. It would always revert to its chaotic state within a day of their departure.
I have made a few comments over the weeks about her room being super tidy, but it hasn't been a prolonged conversation. Until last night.
I praised the consistent cleanliness and order, and asked why she's been keeping it so nice (bed made daily too!) for so long. The answer: "I'm tidy and I hate it."
Well, when I'm tidy I love it. She's halfway to being my kid.
Olivia says she hates keeping it neat, but she hates more when I ask her to clean it on the weekends. Now her new habit is to clean small messes as she makes them instead of spending hours picking up one big mess.
"Don't you feel a sense of pride that your room looks beautiful?" I asked.
"Well, yeah," she admitted.
"So this is the new Olivia?" I hoped.
She shrugged, "I guess."
Not that enthusiastic, but I'll take it!