Sam, like anyone else, likes a clean room where she can find everything and she has plenty of room to play. Unfortunately I've learned that it's just not in her nature to be organized when it comes to her room. I can't count the number of times that I've gone up there with trash bags, throwing away the majority of the mess (trash or not) as I get increasingly more irritated, swearing loudly that I would NEVER clean it again. I've tried taking everything but her books and clothes out of her room, but somehow it all ends up back in there. This time it's been this way since mid-November. I'm still REFUSING to clean it or help clean it, and we've tried everything, even resorting to bribes and begging. The last straw was when I stepped on something that REALLY HURT as I was trying to make my way to her bed to tuck her in. So now, I kiss her goodnight at the door, and I will not tuck her in until her room is clean and safe. She still doesn't seem to be concerned, so we'll just continue to keep her door closed with a sign for Maria that says, "DO NOT CLEAN!" As I'm typing this I can feel the urge to take industrial-strength trash bags up and do it myself. Sigh...you can start placing bets on how long I'll last. But if I do cave, you can bet that she'll be sorry....
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Don't do it!!!!! And if it makes you feel any better, there's hope--I used to be just like Samantha...
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