I do not think it is truly the myth that "monkey see, monkey do." If that were really the case then my teenaged children’s rooms would not look like a squatter’s house. I cannot for the life of me understand why the hell a room cannot be picked up? What is so difficult about hanging up clothes (that is why there is a damn closet), throwing out not wanted pieces of paper, scraps of who knows what, empty juice cans, empty soda cans, banana peels, paper plates, half eaten pizza...trash, it all belongs in the garbage can.
I keep and have always kept a clean house, even when all 4 of the babies were all under the age of 5, I kept a clean house. I remember not being able to even think of going to bed unless the house was spotless; there was no way in hell I could have ever gone to sleep with dishes in the sink. I am not as anal as I once was, I can sleep if there are a few dishes in the sink, if there are clothes that need to be hung up (we are talking about three shirts and some socks to be put away), I can sleep. I know that I will rise much earlier in the morning than my beloved little heathens and have the kitchen dishes put away in less than 10 minutes.
Funny how the garbage can just fills itself up. They all claim to have not used the kitchen garbage can and that it all must be my garbage, therefore I should empty the receptacle and not one of them. It is the same with laundry. They tell me since I have the most change of clothes in one day that I should be doing all the laundry; washing, folding and putting away. I cannot understand their justification on that one...I do not even attempt to go there for fear of turning into a raging B***h.
The hardest part is when I do go into their rooms; I just shake my head, roll my eyes and then get mad. It is a maddening insane way to live, knowing what negativity is in store for oneself on a daily basis. I can’t help but go into their rooms every day, just praying and wishing and hoping that that little opening on the ground where there is room to meandering through the filthy area of sleep has widened. I hope that when I open at least one their bedrooms that it is going to be filled with sunshine, smell of crisp apple blossoms, and that the ground actually is a beautiful red Saltillo tile. I have forgotten what color their bedroom floors are. Seriously.
I have been asking on a daily basis since we moved into this house back in July/August that they clean their rooms, daily I ask, daily I am told begrudgingly that it will be done, daily I come home from working all damn day only to find out once again that their rooms are stock piled with my dishes and glasses. At least the kitchen cupboards are empty.
My room is clean, the bathrooms are clean because I clean them twice a week, and the living room is beautiful clean with a lovely scent because I dust the furniture, pound the rugs, and oil the piano. They have not a clue as to how much I do for them and all I ask them in return, after I have birthed them, lost my beautiful tight butt, have enough lose skin on my tummy to cover the state of Montana, lost a good part of my senses and my ability to think straight, give them all what little money I make...again, all I ask in return is that they clean their smelly, garbage infested rooms. Hell, they did not even remember my birthday on Saturday...not a word about it but they did remind me that they all needed to be driven somewhere and they all needed money.
It will come down to me loosing what little shitty sanity I have left to have those rooms finally clean and free of ants and teenage garbage. It will be very soon I believe. I feel it coming on and once it is in my system and the rage boils over it is a done deal. I have told them that one day they will come home (after I have driven for hours picking them all up) and their rooms will be empty. Anything that is on the floor will be thrown out and not just thrown out in our big garbage; it will have a new home to settle in called the landfill. However, that will just be the garbage crap, whatever clothes found on the bed, stuffed under the bed, found anywhere on the floor…will all be given to a shelter.
I really want to follow through with this threat in which they have been hearing about for the last three months, I am ready and willing…I just need to find the time, energy and build up enough mental resistance to their screaming tantrums they will all be displaying.
When it finally does happen, I will have my phone video set up to get in all taped and then I will post it on YouTube and hope it goes viral. Hehehehe
I do love my children more than life and would lay down my life a million times over for their happiness and health…but it is such a small request of mine…
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