There are days when I epically fail at being a father. Take for example the running battle with Lucy I have been having for months about the simple task of keeping her bedroom tidy. I have offered help, actually helped, offered reward, spoken calmly, set targets, got cross and flipped my lid and even threatened loss of electronic devices. Will she clean her room, no! Will she listen to her father, no! Gradually, over a sustained period of time, the ways of a teenager have slowly kicked into daughter number one. Soon, the lack of motion she sustains in a day will take her close to sloth like movements! Or so I thought, today she seems to have sprung into action a bit, cleaned and hoovered her room, helped Amy cook a wonderful roast dinner and is now completing her homework diligently. Either she's sickening for something, angling for an increase on spending at Christmas or we have turned a corner. Only time will tell.....
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