Make your bed.

I'm begging you,is that too much to ask? Mother's Day has now come and gone. I needed to take time to reflect on that one day of the year when women everywhere are reminded of everything they were supposed to do, forgot to do, or were simply incapable of doing that has left them inevitably pondering the question; what do I do now? This is Eric's room today. Through no fault of his own Eric had to speak in church on Mother's Day. It was at least the third time in the past six years that he has done so. They say the third time is the charm and really he did make me sound way more impressive than he should have because well, look at his room. I mean really, if I had any idea what I was doing would his bed look like this. And if I really wanted to enjoy Mother's Day would I choose to have my child speak about me in public, in front of everyone. I have never liked being the center of attention and this one day is no exception. I thank him publicly however, for not mentioning that I have not particularly shined at teaching the art of making a bed, hanging up a towel or landing the dirty clothes in or even near the basket.

If it is any consolation I am highly consistent. Because this is his brother's room. And if it appears he plugs himself in at night, take note, he is not recharging his "clean up after yourself" battery. This room is the direct result of pleading lectures, unbridled bribing and full scale warfare. It is all for naught, whatever that means.

Some experts warn not to embarrass your children. Don't be alarmed, this will not happen. This isn't my first try.