I have a confession to make.
I am lazy. I am not kidding. Not the 'Oh, I am tired, I am just going to sit here a while'. I mean the sluggard, slothful, not eat because you didn't buy the food kind.
I am not proud of it.
I am quite embarrassed by it.
It is something that I am convicted of daily and I am working on hourly.
The reason I bring this up is two-fold.
1. I have not posted in so long that I don't remember how. (okay, not really but almost!) I am neglecting this because I am not getting my other things done and I am behind in everything.
2. My children are driving me crazy. They are exhibiting signs of slothfulness. I am saddened and dismayed by this.
My house is in shambles (okay, another exaggeration, but it really is messy!) and I am VERY cranky about it. I have begged, pleaded, shrieked, and nagged to get the girls to pick up their stuff and it is still lying EVERYWHERE. :(
I am in the midst of trying to figure out where I went wrong and how to correct it.
They are not bad kids, they are just too accustomed to me coming along behind them and doing it anyway.
Well, NO MORE.
This is the end of the slothfulness.
I am waging war on the sin and it is time for some retraining. For myself and for the kids.
Starting bright and early Monday morning, I start retraining each of the girls in basic everyday Life Skill. I will go through the cleaning process again and the reasons for doing so.
They don't know it yet; but, we are not going to do school until they learn these lessons. :}
I cannot raise children who will not be able to take care of themselves and the things God gives them in an appropriate manner.
So, the retraining begins. I will let you know how it goes!
4 comments:
Oh - I so feel your pain. I feel like my house is always a disaster. My Mom assures me that one day I will have a clean house and no boys in it. That sort of gets my attention. It is truly difficult for me to find that "happy medium" between making sure that we are all doing our parts to take care of things, but not going overkill and missing the "good moments". I am still trying to figure it all out. sigh
Good luck with all that, Renita!
I love you sis and trust me the king sloths live at my house. At least your girls know what to do and when they do it they do it right. The boys only half do things and then tell me they didn't know they were suppose to do it another way. OH MY WORD. I know I have showed them umpteen million times. So you can only show them so much and then the rest is up to them. I refuse to be blamed for any of it.
Will you come to my house and help me once you've succeeded?
It kills me when my dh ends up cleaning the house because *I* can't seem to get around to do it. (I do manage, however, to read lots of blogs once a week!)
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