Scoobie Doobie Doo

I got up early Sunday to try an escape the house before my girls woke up in order to have some me time. Which usually means I have to leave the house and seek free Wi-Fi. I did the old "Fake Out" on Scout & Dakota since they both woke up as I was sneaking out. I laid back down and pretended to go back to sleep, then once they both slipped back into na-na land, I tip toed out the back door. So I'm catching up on that social network and decided I would post something sweet on my honey-bunnies wall. And I did. Then after I mafia'd it up a bit... I went home and began the house cleaning; as I had announced the day before that I could no longer live in the clutter we have accumulated over the past few years. Once I got started I began cleaning like a crack head. I was focused and had a 3 room goal. De-cluttering our home required some furniture re-arrangement. (I learned early in our relationship that if you move something in our house, AJ will notice; unless it's something I have misplaced, then she has no clue). I mean I'm talking about a stack of papers or something really small like the toaster, she will not only notice, but she will demand that it be put back in "It's" correct spot. So I tackled the living room like a stealth bomber! I made the room look twice as big by simply removing 2 pcs. of furniture (Our entertainment center and the coffee table) and removing all of the clutter which included toys, a scooter, a box of stuff that belonged in the garage anyway, some bags of blankets & sleeping bags, and a ton of papers). I even convinced the little minions to help me quietly. Part of this process was taking 3 to 4 loads of laundry that have been folded and waiting for the "Others" to put it up. (The "Others" are all of us who fail miserably at washing, folding, and PUTTING UP our clothes). So I dumped these loads of laundry in our bedroom on a chair that I usually stack my dirty clothes (not really dirty) but my thoughts are, maybe I can wear that pair of jeans again before the Laundry Lady grabs them up with a grunt. Getting the living room cleaned and de-cluttered also required me to dump a bunch of crap in the dinning room to later go through. So I make piles for Dakota and Scout to take to they're room and put up> those were the instructions, "Take your stuff to your room and put it up". Note: Scout is an excellent task follower and cleans/organizes lie she might have a touch of OCD, Dakota on the other hand down right refuses to clean let alone organize. She tells me, "I don't even know what that means" after asking her to organize her stuff. So when AJ gets up, she see's a ass load of laundry piled to the ceiling in our room on the chair. She then see's the girls room (which is still in the progressive stage of cleanup), then she see's the dinning room full of crap (again: in the process of the big picture cleanup in my head) but the straw that made AJ explode was seeing all of the furniture moved and some of it on the front porch!!!  

OH-BOY! IT WAS ON!  

At one point I heard her say she would just never go into the living room again! But it sure was nice watching TV last night with Dakota on the couch with me, Scout sitting across the room in our rocking chair, AJ in the middle on our big ol' pottery barn chair (complete with ottoman), and nothing but floor space in between us! I finished the dinning room (except the computer desk), and started on our bedroom.

Speaking of God, Thank you Lord for getting me on the right track to be a better husband/father, even when it means I have to be the law, put my foot down, and enforce the rules. (When Scout say's I am mean and too strict) I know it's working! I know I am becoming a better father. Now Lord, please help me balance the/your/fatherly love with the discipline.