No one gets dinner ’til their room is clean. Every day. Not only that, but it’s not mom’s responsibility to remember to check rooms before dinner. If it is discovered that someone ate dinner with a messy room, they get an hour of chores that night, and any other punishment that suits my fancy.

I’m. Sick. Of. The. Crap.

I’m tired of being ignored, taken advantage of, and pushed over because I’m “nice” and understanding of circumstances. There are no more circumstances. If you want to eat, you’re going to clean your room. And if you clean it every day, it’s not going to get so messy that cleaning it up before dinner is a big deal.

So deal.

In other news…. Dad the Great-dyer-of-hair was at it again Sunday morning. Liv is now brunette.

I haven’t managed to get a picture after the fact.

I escorted Clark and his class, along with 2 other kindergarten classes to The Farm to get a pumpkin and look at barn animals and such today. It was weird being a veteran mom and helping the newbies out. For some of these moms, the 5 year old was their oldest. Wow. It’s been a long time since I was there. And yet, I was right there with them corralling my 2 year old. Kind of funny.

I’ll post pictures of the Great Pumpkin Acquisition soon.