Right now I'm listening to my oldest child and trying not to laugh. He is upstairs cleaning his room, the bathroom and the hallway. We had been spending time in the playroom and everything was going well until I took away a plastic water bottle that he was pretending to throw at me. Since my experience with my kids and throwing things isn't the greatest, I didn't really feel like flinching every few seconds just in case he actually did throw it. And suddenly our good time was no more. He got angry and I asked him to go to his room and think about his behavior. That led to a tirade during which he threw stuff around the hallway, pushed everything on the bathroom counter into the sink, and tore his room apart. That is why I am downstairs and he is upstairs cleaning.
At first, it started out as aggressive cleaning. I could tell that he was putting things back in their place with a little more force than necessary. That was when the mumbling started. "I have to clean everything! Clean, clean, clean! Clean this!", etc. It started out angry and grumpy and now has morphed into whiny and tearful. I can just picture him up there, crying about having to clean while he puts his comforter back on his bed. It's a tough life that he leads. And I promise, that is one thing he didn't pick up from me. I might not enjoy cleaning but I don't cry and I don't mumble about it under my breath. Although, I'm tempted to give the aggressive cleaning a try.
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