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She redefines "lazy"
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<blockquote data-quote="Star*" data-source="post: 170533" data-attributes="member: 4964"><p>My sad little room pickup story - </p><p> </p><p>Dude and I had moved into our 1st own house. WE had nothing. And when people find out you have NOTHING they want to GIVE and GIVE and GIVE. And some of the stuff doesn't match - it's broken, needs sewn or has parts missing, but to tell a child with so little that you have to throw that away is near impossible. Stuff is stuff. </p><p> </p><p>After about a year of living there - I looked in his room and thought - TOMORROW is the day. I told Dude to clean the room (I also offered assistance). He said "later" and left to play with kids. </p><p> </p><p>So I waited until the next day - and gave him one more opportunity - to clean or it goes. He said "Later." and I got a trash bag. I filled 2 trash bags with broken, missing, torn, used, junk and a few good toys that he played with occasionally. WHen i was done - I put it in my spare room but fully meant for him to earn it back. </p><p> </p><p>I really wanted him to think that his stuff was going to the curb. That night - I hid our garbage in the spare room too - and grabbed 2 bags and proceeded out to the curb. </p><p> </p><p>The next morning - Dude heard the trash truck and ran out to see them crushing his toys. He came back in broken hearted and crying, saying he would have cleaned his room - and I said "WELL......I'll give you a chance to EARN some of it back." and proudly marched into the spare room - and grabbed 2 bags of .............</p><p> </p><p>TRASH. </p><p> </p><p>I REALLY HAD thrown out his toys. OMG I was mortified. I was in tears. Dude on the other hand - had taken me seriously and already had gotten OVER watching his toys go to the crusher - and I thought - OMG I am the worst mom EVER. </p><p> </p><p>I did not throw EVERYTHING out - but somehow - the stuff I kept was the good stuff. </p><p> </p><p>I learned a lesson trying to teach a lesson that day - and from that day on - instead of throwing it out - or earning it back - we learned how to share and took it to the Salvation Army. </p><p> </p><p>At one point with less junk in his room Dude told me his head was more clear and didn't feel cramped up. </p><p> </p><p>Just be careful where you put those bags BBK - <img src="/community/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/tongue.png" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":tongue:" title="tongue :tongue:" data-shortname=":tongue:" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Star*, post: 170533, member: 4964"] My sad little room pickup story - Dude and I had moved into our 1st own house. WE had nothing. And when people find out you have NOTHING they want to GIVE and GIVE and GIVE. And some of the stuff doesn't match - it's broken, needs sewn or has parts missing, but to tell a child with so little that you have to throw that away is near impossible. Stuff is stuff. After about a year of living there - I looked in his room and thought - TOMORROW is the day. I told Dude to clean the room (I also offered assistance). He said "later" and left to play with kids. So I waited until the next day - and gave him one more opportunity - to clean or it goes. He said "Later." and I got a trash bag. I filled 2 trash bags with broken, missing, torn, used, junk and a few good toys that he played with occasionally. WHen i was done - I put it in my spare room but fully meant for him to earn it back. I really wanted him to think that his stuff was going to the curb. That night - I hid our garbage in the spare room too - and grabbed 2 bags and proceeded out to the curb. The next morning - Dude heard the trash truck and ran out to see them crushing his toys. He came back in broken hearted and crying, saying he would have cleaned his room - and I said "WELL......I'll give you a chance to EARN some of it back." and proudly marched into the spare room - and grabbed 2 bags of ............. TRASH. I REALLY HAD thrown out his toys. OMG I was mortified. I was in tears. Dude on the other hand - had taken me seriously and already had gotten OVER watching his toys go to the crusher - and I thought - OMG I am the worst mom EVER. I did not throw EVERYTHING out - but somehow - the stuff I kept was the good stuff. I learned a lesson trying to teach a lesson that day - and from that day on - instead of throwing it out - or earning it back - we learned how to share and took it to the Salvation Army. At one point with less junk in his room Dude told me his head was more clear and didn't feel cramped up. Just be careful where you put those bags BBK - :raspberry-tounge: [/QUOTE]
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