The Mommy Diaries

Mommy-ing is hard work…or at least this week it appears so for me (and it was only Tuesday).

Well Monday, Robyn had freshman orientation most of the day, which she said was “overwhelming.” She and her best friend had planned a “boba tea outing” after the orientation but without licenses and a car, they failed to check with the drivers in their lives. So that venture turned into a hard no as the parental unit picking them up didn’t have that in their schedule.

After work, when I picked up her from her best friend’s home during the early evening there was a bit of chaos going on. Trees had been cut down in the yard, which left a mess, so pressure washing was in process and things had to be moved around. That mom was in full mommy mode when I arrived and the kids did not look pleased. So we hustled out of there real fast only to hustle to my own kid troubles.

Upon arriving home I noticed Jacob had cooked something for himself, which I don’t have a problem with because I want him to be a self sufficient young man who can dress, cook, and clean for himself. It’s the clean part we need to work on now. There was a stack of dirty dishes protruding from the sink and most were from his cooking session.

Then I noticed no sound coming from his room which meant he was sleeping… at 6:30 p.m. He is on that horrible summer sleeping schedule, where he has vampire hours. It’s summer, he works hard (sorta) during school so I give him leniency with his summer. However, school is less than two weeks away and we have to get back into our 6 a.m. routine. And with his sister being on a different campus and timing schedule, I am going to need him to be more proactive.

So as you can guess the evil mommy in me rose up from her slumber to end this promptly! His room was trashed with transformers, megazords, beyblades, and legos everywhere. I mean everywhere…I literally could not see the flooring. He was asleep with both his PC and TV still on but hopped up rather quickly when he discovered I had infiltrated his lair.

“Hey mom,” he said in a groggy voice with marshmallows stuck to the side of his face, yes marshmallows.

I said, “son today this room and those dishes you dirtied will get cleaned by 10 p.m. by you. If this mess on the floor isn’t picked up and I have to do it, it all goes in the trash.”

He agreed to my demands, like he would refuse, and took a few minutes to gather himself before picking up his room.

Robyn piped up with her psychology babble to inform me that maybe his room is in such an array because it was reflecting his mental state. So I told her to go psycho analyze her brother while helping pick his whole childood off the floor. She quickly scuddled away as I prepared to make dinner and wash some of the dishes.

Thursday is my day to run the girls to STEM Camp. Just hope it goes smoother than Monday.