Dear My Kids: I Don’t Care if Your Room is Clean, but I do Care About Your Strength of Character. So Shut up and Clean Your Room

getting kids to clean their room

char·ac·ter  /kerəktər/  n. 1. The ability to do the right thing when everything inside you, down to the bowels of your soul, wants to do the wrong thing. 2. Pretty much everything sucks if you don’t have it.

A few years ago, my wife and I decided to tackle our kids’ messy rooms.  It’s taken this long to make any headway.  But now, when we tell them to clean their rooms, they do it – really well.  They even keep their rooms cleaner on a day-to-day basis than they used to.

We started with “just put everything somewhere,” which meant transferring all the crap on their floor into a box, or under the bed.  We operated that way for awhile, mainly because of the screaming and crying that it caused, then ratcheted things up a bit when we changed the definition of “clean your room” to include cleaning under their beds.

After awhile we added “keep your storage bins clean,” and recently tacked on the “keep your shelves organized” amendment.  We still have a little work to do but I’m confident that, by the end of 2018, all rooms, with the exception of my closet and the garage, will be kept as they should.

Our kids fold their clothes and clean their rooms on Fridays.  They have multiple chores that must be executed on a day to day basis.  We have a family business meeting on Saturdays.  We still get some fussing, but we don’t get the meltdowns from long ago.

This process has been a lot more difficult for me than my wife – I’m the artsy, sensitive, empathetic one.  I hate doing things that cause people pain. Continue reading Dear My Kids: I Don’t Care if Your Room is Clean, but I do Care About Your Strength of Character. So Shut up and Clean Your Room

I’m Not Out of Control, I Just Have Delayed Gratification Issues.  

I went “stay at home dad” a few years ago, and unwittingly entered into the world of too much food, too much coffee, too much booze, and too much TV.

If you’re considering the world of at-home parenting, hide the chips man, it’s super hard.

Toughest thing for me is the lack of “wins.”  I used to run my own business.  I could regularly measure my successes.  At the end of most weeks, I could sit back and say, “well done.”

This?  I’m just happy that I’m not incarcerated at the end of the day.  

I constantly break up fights, repeat myself over and over again, get critiqued daily for my poor choice of menu options, etc., etc., blah, blah, blah.  There are few wins here, so when I get some down time I want to escape, fast.  

Enter food, coffee, booze, TV, and a whole new level of angry-chubby.

I’ve always been delayed gratification (DG) challenged, but it’s off the hook in this, the darkest hour of my life.  The idea that I need to feel some discomfort now, so that I can feel good later, doesn’t make as much sense as feeling good now…

…which leads to more discomfort later, which leads to another big boy pour – wash, rinse, repeat. Continue reading I’m Not Out of Control, I Just Have Delayed Gratification Issues.  

What My Mid-Life Crisis is Teaching Me About Everyone Else’s Mid Life Crisis: An Open Letter From a 51 Year Old Depressed Fat Guy

Turns out it’s not a crisis, sort of.

For a lot of us guys, this phenomenon is part of a timeline that goes something like this:

  • Go to college, party, chase girls, feel like a man, talk about all the money we’ll make when we graduate and get a real job
  • Get a real job, usually sitting behind a desk, making more money than we had in college, comparing  our salary/material gains to everyone else’s
  • Get married, have kids
  • Struggle with drinking, porn, infidelity, etc., and/or
  • get a Harley, fast car, take up a new and somewhat dangerous sport, etc.

By the time the affair/Harley comes out, we’ve gained a ton of weight, we’re battling depression, and we don’t look nearly as man-like as we used to.  But, like grandma’s pool-chalk eye shadow, it’s not how you look, it’s how you think you look. I always thought the old, fat guy in the Camaro looked kind of stupid, and desperate.

Now I understand.

MLC’s don’t happen because of our age, and they don’t appear out of thin air.  The desires/passions/whatever have always been there – maybe since day 1.  We just stuffed ’em for awhile – usually out of some cultural expectation to become a quieter, more predictable, docile version of ourselves.  But the older and more confident we become, the less sense it makes to keep repressing what’s inside.

Who knows where this desire came from.  It might be cultural, or maybe it comes from ages of building log cabins, fending off the bad guys, tilling the fields, and generally being needed/relied upon for our strength.  Might be both.  Maybe, in time, as men continue to evolve into God-knows-what, it’ll all wear off.

But for now, rest assured ladies, it’s real. Continue reading What My Mid-Life Crisis is Teaching Me About Everyone Else’s Mid Life Crisis: An Open Letter From a 51 Year Old Depressed Fat Guy