Emma's room has been a mess for the last year. Or as my mom would say "it looks like someone bombed it!" I have repeatedly threatened her, then about once a month when I can't take it any longer I clean it and throw a few things away. This is supposed to be her incentive to clean her own room. Well, this summer has been worse than ever. I told her she couldn't have a play date with her friend, Jenna, until it was clean. Still didn't work. I threatened that I would clean it. I made her stay in her room until it was clean, only to have her stay in her room the whole day.
Today was my breaking point. She was stuck in her room until it was clean again, but this time she took Kitty from my room and put Kitty on her bed. Kitty, either really had to go potty or more likely was pissed at Emma, decided to pee on Emma's bed. Have you smelt cat urine before? I went in her room and said "Whoa, Kitty peed on your bed!" Emma said she had figured that out already. I took her mattress out, poured bleach, vinegar, and some other cleaner on it, sprayed it off, and it is drying. It smells much better; we will see how well it dries.
Then I headed to Emma's room with two trash bags. I said her actions tell me that she wants me to be the one to clean it. I threw away a ton of stuff, then set out all of her toys. She had to pick her favorite thirty toys. Everything else was getting packed up. That seems like a lot, but it was really hard. She tearfully handed over dozens of toys and donated a couple to Mia. Her toy drawers and box are nearly empty. I almost gave in and let her choose a few more, but I was strong. I kept thinking that she needed to learn a lesson- it needed to be tough- for both of us.