It's been a challenging few days. Bonus doesn't feel like obeying. He has spent at least twenty hours in his room, supposedly cleaning his room, since Sunday. His room still looks like a garbage truck backed up and unloaded at the door.
Unfortunately, Bonus has missed out on some fun opportunities in the Christmas vein because of his unwillingness to mind his mommy. He has promised that he would finish cleaning his room each day since Sunday, and each day he has broken that promise. Without going into the sordid details, it just hasn't been pretty around here any night this week.
We had a little discussion about the importance of promises. I asked him if I made promises to him that I did not keep. He said, "No." Next, I asked him how he would feel if I did break a promise to him. He said, "Bad." I thought we were getting somewhere.
And then he still did not clean his room yesterday after school.
So, to prove a point or win or I'm-not-sure-why, I decided that I would have to give him a taste of his own medicine. We has planned to go chase down Santa last night. He goes down every street in our little hamlet, and he is supposed to come down our street tomorrow night while we are attending Miss Noteworthy's All-District Band concert. RNR and Bonus were disappointed that they were not going to get to see Santa and collect the candy he throws at the children. I promised we would go where Santa would be last night.
I broke that promise purposefully when Bonus failed to clean his room after promising to get it done for four days. When I told him I would not take him to Santa, he said, "You promised." I then said, "You promised to clean your room."
I now hold the title of "Meanest Mommy in the Whole World" and the word hate was used quite liberally with my name last night.
So, we both got to eat a big spoonful of disappointment last night and neither of us liked it very much.
There is one more chance for Bonus to see Santa on the firetruck tonight. I looked up his route, and IF Bonus cleans his room we can catch Santa right before we have to leave for the concert. We talked about the possibility on the way to school today. I reminded Bonus of the expectation I have of what needs to happen in the hour between the end of school and the beginning of jiu jitsu. The room MUST be cleaned or no Santa.
Of course, Bonus promised he would do it. And then he immediately offered his excuse for not doing it all the other days.
Mommy, it's just that cleaning isn't in my blood.
Although that gave me a little giggle, I sense another round of broken promises on the horizon.