I recently attempted to outwait the children's tolerance of a messy room. I told them that if the mess was too big, I wouldn't come in. Songs and stories and happy thoughts in my room. No getting laundry. No helping to find socks and shoes. If you want me to go in, clean it up.
Moolah did clean up twice during this period. Both times she said something like "It's so much nicer to have a clean room. I'm going to keep it like this forever." Which usually lasted about six hours. Ace would not clean up.
Tuesday we had a snow day, and we invited some nearby friends for a playdate. I stood with the children outside their rooms and asked them to imagine they were a friend visiting. Moolah wrinkled her nose. I agreed to help if they participated.
So, we turned on some music. We cleaned Moolah's room. Then we tackled Ace's room. While I was sitting on the floor sorting hot wheels from playmobile soldiers, I looked up and saw this sign hanging on his door. Both the kids saw me look at it.
Moolah said, "Ace asked me to write the words for him," and she read it to me. Ace looked up and looked at me. He went over and took it off the door.
"Moolah, will you make it say 'No Parints Olawd Except Cleaning'?"