Rue

 Keilie screamed at me that she shouldn't have to do her Saturday chores because Shelby didn't do hers.  I'm not sure why I tried to explain to her that there's a difference between giving Shelby a freebie because she spent 4 hours at a day of service with the Stake and then came home to help Randy in the yard for another hour, and Keilie sleeping in, going to work, and then immediately going for the rest of the day with friends, but I did.  She continued to scream and tell me it wasn't fair, that I always care only about her doing her chores, no one else.

So when Randy asked Keilie to clean her room so we could move her bed a touch to install an air conditioner unit, she FREAKED.  "IF YOU WANT THE ROOM CLEANED, DO IT YOURSELF," and walked out the door.  Let me just say, you'll rue the day you talk to your dad like that!!  That is MY Mister!

Her closet is always a mess, but I made it even more full.  You want your bedsheets?  They're at the bottom of that mountain.  You want your makeup?  It's scattered in many different nooks and crannies.  You want your work clothes?  I purposely placed it at different intervals of my cleaning session.  Good luck with that.  It would have been better for you to just do your chores!

Her first reaction was the thank us for cleaning her room, the way it should have been done on Saturday.  That is the only thing we ask of her these days: clean and vacuum your room once a week.

But then she realized that I had cleaned things that didn't necessarily need cleaning.  When she asked why I'd done it, I simply told her that she shouldn't have talked to her Dad like that.  Seriously, the bed basically didn't need to be moved.  Who freaks out about getting an A/C unit when you reside in the hottest room in the house?  And WHO thinks they can tell their Dad off in the first place?!  Hopefully she learned her lesson.  You NEVER talk to my Mister like that!