Ok, so I had a talk with Girl Child this morning....
"I know that you've been falling asleep in the afternoons instead of doing what you're supposed to be doing"
HUGE SIGH and MAJOR eye roll.
"I also know that its 7:30 in the morning and you're not awake yet, but I'm only going to tell you this once...your room WILL be cleaned, to MY specifications, before you go to bed Friday night. You will NOT put everything into a garbage bag and throw it into your brothers closet (for me to find 6 months later and see WHY their room is being taken over by flies...FOOD in the garbage bags!). You WILL get the kitchen cleaned and SWEPT BEFORE 9 tonight. Because if your room ISN'T cleaned before you go to bed Friday night you will NOT be going to the animal shelter for your volunteer hours and you WILL fail that class. You fail, you get stuck in your room. Your Daddy put you on restrictions for the month for your grades. I will put you on restrictions for the rest of the school year and make sure you don't EVER have any fun...EVER! One other thing, if that room isn't cleaned like I want it, you will be sleeping in the yard and one of your brothers will get your room. You can roll your eyes and think I'm being a bitch and that all these rules are bullshit, I don't care. It will be done, or you WILL be sleeping in the yard. Your room is DISGUSTING and I'm NOT putting up with it."
I didn't yell at her, I didn't even have ANY emotion to my voice. I know she doesn't take me seriously, but I'm not giving her empty threats, I AM sick to death of her room. When I win my Mother of the Year award, I'll thank my daughter cuz she's the one responsible for it.
I need a case...I mean glass of wine.