well, we survived the holiday. actually, it went pretty well. i got to go to a real mall, eat bison burgers with my mom, look over an entire city with my husband, watch movies with my dad, visit with the best aunt in the universe and fly airplanes with my daughter until my arms hurt. so, yeah, it went fantastic.
then we came home.
i don't know when it was that my daughter decided she needed to be a smart mouthed, fifteen year old, but she brought it ALL out for me yesterday. after ample room cleaning time ( i'm talking 2 weeks here) she decided that it wasn't that important. in fact, when i came back upstairs with a garbage bag, she just sat there. i mean, hello!! i'm throwing your toys away and you don't even try to save them. (no, i'm not really throwing them away, but i did sack some of them up and take them out of the room) in fact, she told me that i missed one!! can you believe that??? then after my tirade, i came back upstairs to find her shoes in the middle of the floor!! i'm thinking that there is no way, no way, that she would have just thrown them there after the gigantic fit i just had. so, i ask her why the shoes are there. DO YOU KNOW WHAT SHE SAID TO ME?!?! HUH? DO YOU?!?!?! "I thought that you could just pick them up."
as you can imagine it is at this point that i have to be rushed to the hospital because of the aneurysm that i just had. she's only five!! i wasn't that much of a smart ass until later in life, like when i could drive so my mom couldn't kill me. sheesh! so we have come to a family agreement that stipulates that she only has one thing in the whole wide world to clean and that is her room. if no room cleaning occurs, there will be time-outs followed by Chinese water torture and a good, old fashioned, Indian burn.