So, remember when said I'd hate myself....

..for procrastinating? Um, yeah, what in the heck was I thinking?!?!?! With church on Weds, that was NOT a smart move.

I had to bake cupcakes at Lydia's house, which was fine, but it threw me into a tailspin for time the rest of the day. I finished making the mailboxes for Blake's class, made the goody bags for everyone, got his teacher's gift put together and in the bag, and helped him with his Pirates of the Caribbean valentines. For whatever reason, he did NOT want to fill the out. Gosh, I hope everyone's name is spelled right, lol.

I struggled today with something tough, though. I spoke with Ashley on Friday and told her that her room needed to be cleaned by Tuesday or she was not going to the prom with Cory. She assured me it would be clean, not to worry, and then dawdled away all weekend and Monday. She had gotten in late yesterday evening b/c of golf practice and then piddled the remaining time away. She did NOT get it done, not even close. So, what do I do? I punish Cory by sticking to my guns and it's not fair but I'm so sick of not being respected by the kids. I don't want to take this away but I feel like I'm being forced to show I'm serious.

So I let her know after church that she wouldn't be going to the prom. Of course, the teardrop waterfall began. That only aggravated me more b/c it was her fault I was having to enforce this. We came home from church and Walmart and she went straight to her room crying. While I doubt she's in there cleaning, I'll really be aggravated if she now decides to get it done. As it is, she told Tommy and he's on my case about it too. Oh, to be the disciplinarian in the house....

So, now that it's almost midnight, I'm going to throw my grubby self into the shower, wash off the grunge, and try to get some sleep. Maybe Brooklyn will give me an early Valentine's gift and let me sleep uninterrupted, too.