Yesterday I told you about my daughters side of the room.
Yeah. OK. So much for me being tough.
She came home from her basketball game.
She went to dinner with her mother.
She came home and did her homework…
And then…she headed upstairs.
She took one look at her bed and started to cry.
And she started to complain about how tired she was.
And she asked…”Can I just move everything over to the side and go to bed?”
I folded my arms over my chest, tapped my foot upon the carpeted floor, shook my head and said,
Then, thinking she was going to take care of her stuff…like I so nicely had asked her…I left the room and went about my motherly duties.
My first mistake was…
leaving the room.
My second mistake was…
not going back in that room until much, much too late.
She did not move things over to the side…
She moved everything to the floor.
And there it stays…
she has her last basketball game.
she is going shopping with her Bubbie to get some more stuff that she can leave in that heap of shit on the floor.
she will come home to do her homework.
after all that…and a shower…
She will move that pile that had started out under and around her bed…
and then it moved to the top of her bed…
and now it’s on her floor…
Maybe it will end up…
All over her stinking bedroom.
do you see that one picture? The one that is neat and tidy? THAT…is my other daughter. The poor thing. Her sanity…her very existence…is being threatened. She is a mere tiny little thing. And…we may never see her again if the mess spills onto the LIGHT side. I think I may have to buy a life jacket…and an inflatable life raft…
You never can be too safe!