There he was, sitting on his bed with tears in his seven-year-old eyes.
I had just got through yelling at him, again, to clean his bedroom. I was tired of the mess and I was tired of telling him to clean.
“Just do it!” I would shout. How quickly I forget how overwhelmed I feel when a mess is staring me in the face.
This was not the mother I wanted to be.
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I had to laugh my butt off when I saw a picture of the Clackers that are actually mine that I sell on Etsy at TreasuryLane, hahaha... but this little lesson you are teaching is something that I am forced to do now after a divorce, loss of my home and having to deal with soooo much stuff. My stuff, our stuff, kid's stuff, my parent's stuff....Which is how I actually started selling on Etsy, lol. And this is not only true for $1 kid's toys, but adult things as well. 'It's only a buck'.... $30 later!!!
Loved the article! For those adults trying to 'grab a little bit of your childhood back', you know where to find those Clackers now, hehe =]