I don't like noise, I don't enjoy fighting. And my kids know this. So when they don't want to do something--like clean up--they put up quite a fuss and fight me every step of the way. And I give up. To stop the noise, to stop the fighting--I just do it myself. Oh, they have got my number and I don't like it!
I have tried to make it fun. I have tried to bribe them. I have promised the moon. I have threatened. I have taken away their prized possessions. I have given in to their whims as reward. I have bundled up everything on the floor and thrown it in the trash--prized possessions included. Nothing works consistently. I still end up doing most, if not all of the work. It is beyond frustrating. I can either live in a pig sty, fight tooth and nail to get them to clean up, or do it myself.
I'm tired of fighting and I prefer not to live in a pig sty-- HELP!
Please leave your comments and suggestions below before I suffocate under a pile of stuffed animals and other debris of childhood. Have you found the answer? I am obligating you to spill it--and thanking you in advance!