A few months back I blogged about the miraculous discovery that a slight increase in pocket money and a different way of awarding it had worked wonders on my sons’ hell-hole of a bedroom. I was feeling all smug and pleased with myself. And VERY pleased to see the floor in my boys’ room.
But then things started to change. The tidying was getting less and less effective every week. Until it wasn’t happening at all.
So I started to withold the ‘tidy bedroom’ element of the pocket money (£1 each), but they weren’t bothered. We were up to four or five weeks without the hoover entering their room – not through any laziness on my part, but simply because I couldn’t see the damn carpet to clean it.
So I threatened them with the ultimate sanction. You fail to tidy your bedroom. You get NO POCKET MONEY.
Water off a duck’s back. They simply couldn’t be bothered. The room remained like a tip.
Now my boys, particularly my eldest, are very financially motivated and will generally do pretty much anything for money. But tidying their own bedroom was just a step too far.
They go through phases with money. They will spend their pocket money every week for weeks and will be desperate for the next hit to spend some more. Then they will stop spending and start
hoarding being tight saving. Maybe there will be some Christmas or birthday money in the equation.
Suddenly they are rich. The pocket money is no longer an incentive and they are not prepared to tidy their tip of a room for a measly 3 quid (for my younger son) or 4 quid (for my eldest).
So it looks like it’s time for plan B. The problem is, I haven’t worked out what plan B is.