ok, so i never knew what i put my parents through with not cleaning my room till i had kids of my own. why is it that as a kid we never care how messy our room is, but as a parent we look into the space that used to be a room that is now where the toy box threw up and just cringe? is there something in our genes that changes and makes us not be able to stand a messy kids room??? well, after dealing with the disaster for a few days, this morning i decided it was time to drag junior to his room and help him get the mess under control, or at least to the point where we could put him to bed without spraining an ankle or impaling our foot on the random toy! no big deal, his room's not that big and he doesn't have that many toys.... until you factor in the other stuff that had been randomly drug into his room that no one knows why it is there except him, and he ain't telling! in the process, i will say he did amazingly well with a little encouragement at getting everything picked up. what shocked me is what we found. one of my shoes, a missing remote, and empty 12-pack soda box, pieces of a magazine, a torn up gift bag, an envelope from my mail that was post marked two years ago (don't have a clue where that came from), and a plethora of other random stuff. ok, so i have to say this now..........
Mom, Dad, I am soooo sorry i never would clean my room! I totally get what you were going through back then!!
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