In the interest of being real and transparent here on the blog:
I’m weary.
At this point it feels as if my choices are 1. doing the work of 6 people while playing an endless and exhausting game of tug-of-war or 2. not caring.
Not caring is the winning option at the moment.
I can’t care for them. They’ll have to do the caring.
If you want to go somewhere in the truck, you’ll have to clean it first.
If you want to eat, you’ll have to clean the kitchen first.
If you want to play somewhere other than outside or in your room, you’ll have to clean the front room.
You will not ever step foot in my room, so I have one little tiny haven of loveliness.
All events and activities which require us to invite people to our house are cancelled.
Bedtime is at 8pm because I’m done parenting. I don’t care if it takes you 5 hours to fall asleep.
If you want electronics or activities (such as trick-or-treating…) other than church, CC, swimming, or AWANA, you have to be caught up on the week’s school work and have finished today’s work.
If you don’t want to do the Challenge assignments, you will sit in class each week without participating and you will re-take the class until you are capable of doing and willing to do the work at home without a fight, as many years as it takes. You will participate in lessons with your younger siblings until then.
If you don’t respect me enough to listen when I’m speaking, then don’t expect me to listen to you endlessly.
The end.