I LOVE Zits cartoons, and lately, in the Sydney Morning Herald, there's been a string of strips that are focused on Jeremy's room that have been cracking me up. Maybe they've been timed with the whole back to school thing - because school weeks can be enormously aggravated by the whole messy room thing. It was certainly the case in my house.
Our crisis came after years of nagging, different incentive schemes that failed, me being a martyr and picking after the boys - No.1 in particular, and then just leaving him to it in the hopes that his own filth would get too much, even for him. THAT failed spectacularly. At the time, I was part of a ToughLove group - as a sole parent with two high maintenance kids, I sometimes felt I was there fraudulently, because other parents were dealing with drugs, police, constant truancy and violence, which I wasn't, but they were quick to assure me that there was no hierarchy in the struggles we were having. ALL of us were there because we were struggling to manage with discipline and keeping a calm and functional household. By the time I took the drama of No.1's room to the group for some brainstorming of possible solutions, the mess was impacting the whole household. His room opened out onto the family room, so physically No.2 and I were starting to trip over stuff. The smell was getting nasty, and the door couldn't be shut. When he couldn't find things, or he broke things that got walked over under the layers, No.1 chucked hyssies that sometimes spilled over into thumping No.2 - just because - or lots of aggro directed at me.
The brainstorming session offered up a list of possible solutions:
The brainstorming session offered up a list of possible solutions:
- Set aside a weekend day to get it all sorted and reorganised with No.1.
- Pick up everything and dump it on the front lawn for him to sort out.
- Go through the room myself and chuck everything I considered rubbish and leave him to wash the clothes and vaccum, etc.
- Offer different incentives for him to clear up, other than the ones I'd already tried.
- Ground him until he cleared it up.
- Deprive him of privileges until it was cleared up.
- Confiscate everything that's not in its place.
Then someone offered up a singularly draconian idea that appealed to me on SO many levels - mostly because although I'd be making the effort, it would hit him the hardest. No.1 was in the last year of primary school at the time and money was just starting to be something he valued highly, and there wasn't much around. They were on a jobs rota that meant pay for jobs done - they never got pocket money just because they were kids... But it meant he had a small income. So, the suggestion was to warn him - and give him three warnings - that he had until a certain day to get it sorted and cleaned, and if he didn't, there'd be a serious consequence that he really wouldn't like. So, he was warned. He ignored me. And on the day after the deadline, I got in there and cleared the room of every single item that wasn't put away. I chucked the rubbish, retrieved many plastic containers (contents of some NOT to be described...) washed the clothes and packed them, along with everything else, into boxes that I secreted around the house. My mother dropped in for a coffee on her way home from the shopping around the time I was wrapping up, but cravenly scuttled before they got home from school...
He arrived home and chucked his bag in the vague direction of his room, got something to eat, and then went in there...and ricochet back out VERY fast and very angry, demanding to know where his stuff was. So I told him the consequence had arrived. I had his stuff. And he would have to BUY it back, item by item. Not huge prices - 5-10c per piece, but each and every piece had a price on it, so he'd have to prioritise, depending on his need. I had all his school clothes - apart from the ones he was wearing, most of his other clothes, various bits of other school equipment, Nintendo games, other toys - you name it, I had it. And I had my stubborn on. Eventually, given the scale of the tantrum he threw, I gathered up No.2 and headed to a neighbour for a coffee until he'd worn himself out, and then the haggling began. I kept my stubborn on and it was quite some time before he'd redeemed all his things back. His room NEVER reached that state again.
He arrived home and chucked his bag in the vague direction of his room, got something to eat, and then went in there...and ricochet back out VERY fast and very angry, demanding to know where his stuff was. So I told him the consequence had arrived. I had his stuff. And he would have to BUY it back, item by item. Not huge prices - 5-10c per piece, but each and every piece had a price on it, so he'd have to prioritise, depending on his need. I had all his school clothes - apart from the ones he was wearing, most of his other clothes, various bits of other school equipment, Nintendo games, other toys - you name it, I had it. And I had my stubborn on. Eventually, given the scale of the tantrum he threw, I gathered up No.2 and headed to a neighbour for a coffee until he'd worn himself out, and then the haggling began. I kept my stubborn on and it was quite some time before he'd redeemed all his things back. His room NEVER reached that state again.
It's SO easy to just pick up after everyone, and in the long run, what it breeds in the rest of the members of the household is the idea that they just don't have to. Which, if you're made of martyr material or you're a complete control freak may be OK, but I'm neither. I had more than enough to do, and way more responsibility to shoulder for the three of us, and they were old enough to be managing their own rooms so that all that was required on a regular basis was a dust and vacuum - which they were also capable of doing!
I've had a really difficult time with the stepson in the years he's lived with us. He's never had much expected of him, other than doing well at school, and as a consequence, never does anything much around the house unless he's asked - and he has a stock standard response to a request that's guaranteed to buy himself time, during which his father - who's a neat freak - will cave and do the job because HE can't stand seeing it not done...MAJOR manipulation... If it was me asking him to do the thing and he asked if he needed to do it straight away, I ALWAYS said yes, and it got done - albeit badly, because a. he'd not had the practice, and b. the idea that if he did it badly he'd not be asked again... ARGH!!!
I've had a really difficult time with the stepson in the years he's lived with us. He's never had much expected of him, other than doing well at school, and as a consequence, never does anything much around the house unless he's asked - and he has a stock standard response to a request that's guaranteed to buy himself time, during which his father - who's a neat freak - will cave and do the job because HE can't stand seeing it not done...MAJOR manipulation... If it was me asking him to do the thing and he asked if he needed to do it straight away, I ALWAYS said yes, and it got done - albeit badly, because a. he'd not had the practice, and b. the idea that if he did it badly he'd not be asked again... ARGH!!!
There are always things we're happier to put up with and those we're not. I have my list of pet peeves, as I'm sure we all do. At the end of the day though, a household has to operate as a collective - no one person should be doing all the work - EVER!