It's Not Faster That Way

Josh wants Princess to clean her room every morning before school. I'm kind of meh on it, so I let him follow up and all that fun stuff. However, the other day I realized that she has been folding her sheet and placing it at the end of her bed. When I inquired, I received this response:

I don't know. It's just faster that way.

Except it's not. It's not faster to take your sheet off your bed and fold it up than it is to straighten it out and put your comforter on top. It just isn't. Plus, I'm not that hot on the idea of washing Princess's already too-worn-for-it's-time-on-this-earth comforter weekly, so I told her that the sheet is part of making her bed and does not involve it folded and placed at the end of her bed.

Although I thought the folding was a nice touch; I told her so.

Today. Sheet folded on the end of her bed. My instinct was to go all Walking Dead on her. But sometimes a mom just cannot follow her instincts. This was one of those times. So.

"Princess? I really appreciate that after breakfast you're going to make your bed with your sheet. Thanks so much! Hey! We haven't hugged today." *

I ran up before school to get something from her room. Yep. Sheet folded and placed on the end of the bed.

I took the earphones out of Princess's ears.
"WHAT?"
"Hey! Thanks a bunch for going upstairs right now and making your bed with the sheet."

Now, if I were really mature, I would have just let the whole sheet thing go. Cause she folded it and all. But I'm not really all that mature. I have a stash of marshmellow eggs, and sometimes I play W*bkins when the kids aren't around. So I didn't let it go.

"And hey! I haven't hugged you for like, five minutes. Come here!"

On the walk to the bus stop, Princess reached for my hand.
I think the changes are going to have to come from me first.






*Yes. Totally stolen from Christine Moers.