Yesterday I helped cleaned up my brother's room AGAIN. We spent hours in there. Accordingly to my sister she said we spent about three hours cleaning. I almost went insane trying to keep him to focus for five minutes. Every time we pulled a toy out he wanted to play with it. He played almost the whole time I was trying to get him to focus on organizing. Then, he insisted that he needed a break.
Um, excuse me but you have been having a break this whole time. Do you not understand?
I even tried a ton of different tactics to try and make cleaning and organizing fun. Ugh. Didn't work. I think he knows he is being difficult and he enjoys seeing me in a state of frustration.
Yeah, I been watching a lot of Supernanny reruns and America's Supernanny.
I probably did about 90% of work which is unbelievable and unacceptable. I honestly asked for it though. I volunteered to help him clean his room.
What was I thinking?
