Yesterday afternoon I made my kids clean their rooms. This is not a chore that they particularly like. I dont blame them. In fact, if you were to take a peek at my own bedroom then you'd probably be mortified. Or understanding.
When I was a little girl I remember reacting the same way to cleaning my own bedroom. My sons and I have a lot in common in that regard. When my mother or stepfather would tell us to clean our rooms I simply would put a few things away and then stuff everything else under my bed. This usually resulted in yelling and my stepdad throwing my mattress off my bed in a fit of adult tantrum, but that's beside the point. The point is that my sons have inherited Stuff Everything Under Your Bed Syndrome. Luckily for them, I did not inherit Scream and Throw Mattress Off Bed Syndrome.
Instead I developed Get Camera and Document Foul Bedroom Because It's Funny Syndrome.
For instance, these are the foul scented bedrooms (after sixty minutes of cleaning):
We found many things under the bed...three small trashcans of trash, half a twelve pack of Dr Pepper (that's where my kids get their energy), a basket full of clean clothes, half a dishwasher load of dishes...
and one bowl of Honey Bunches of Oats with Almonds cereal--perfectly preserved.
PS: The kids can thank their dad for the clean rooms because he's the one who called and said his mother trucker was in town and to clean. When I called him back he was all "she was only passing through, not stopping by." All that stress and the only thing we have to show for it are clean bedrooms for the first time since she last visited.
PPS: You feel much better about your messy house doncha?