Life's a Scream

Long Long Ago......

about two months ago.

A mother dreamed of her children being obedient and considerate of their mother's OCD. Their rooms were frightfully messy.

Lurking under beds I could see hairy monsters peering out.

Behind the toybox I could hear the piercing screams of the damned. Venturing to the closet is the most dangerous of all treks that I would take. The doors eerily creaked as I anticipated something jumping out. And then...

AAAAAAHAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

No floor. I could have sworn there was a floor in this closet, but yet I can't see it. Oh the humanity. What a terrible sight. The Gore!!! The Terror!!! The Killer Dust Bunnies!!!

Okay so I am being a little dramatic. But it was a sight to behold. Wait, no it was not.

I made a deal with the kids.

"You keep your rooms clean between now and Halloween and you can have new costumes."

It might have been too much to ask, but a mom can dream can't she?

You are correct in assuming that my wishes and hopes were dashed. No my kids didn't keep their rooms clean for even a week.

Oh Well.

But I had to turn into the Devil because I had to follow through. UGGGGGHHHH!

That is the one part about parenthood that drives me crazy. Follow through. Without "follow through" we are powerless. The little monsters would have free reign of our homes, our neighborhoods, our country. I couldn't let that happen.

I put on my devil horns and tail and proclaimed that new halloween costumes were not happening.

The screams of horror that came from those sweet faces could have softened the most hardened of hearts. However, I was a mother with a mission. I must resist their evil powers.

So Halloween approached and still I stuck to what I said. No new costumes.

All right so I slipped up a little bit.

I bent a tad.

I caved in slightly.
I compromised.

I purchased red shirts for them and got them horns and tails.

The spawn on the devil was a most appropriate costume choice.

So my children got to participate in our church's trunk or treat event.



The sad part of this story is that later I had to fight those monsters, and the killer dust bunnies myself. Apparantly my spawn don't clean well enough to appease my OCD demons.

So much for making my children take responsibility. As far as this out of control mom is concerned, I plan to justify. My children didn't get what the wanted to be for Halloween so I won. At least my house is tidy again.