So mum has resorted to blackmail. “If you don’t clean your room, April Lea, I will ground you from seeing Jordan!“ Because that is totally, oh so totally, fair. It is my bedroom, I shall be allowed to keep it however I want it to be and if I want it to be messy then let it be messy! Just because through your eyes my room looks like a total mess doesn’t mean that it is. I have the perfect order for everything. I know exactly where my socks are, I know that my pyjamas are under the bed and I know that my shoes are buried under my schoolbooks in the closet. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I am going to make my room more of a mess!
More often than not, kids have an organised system in their bedroom of where everything is even if it looks messy from the parents’ point of view. But, just because your parents say your room is messy that doesn’t mean it is. My mum, for one, is a total neat freak and even if I just have a pair of jeans on the floor she will go spastic. And just go crazy and start mauling me. Its funny but also pretty scary because she is being serious when she charges at me with her teeth bared attempting to hit you. Its really really scary.
How do your parents react about your bedroom? Do you have a messily organised system of things or is your room spick and span?
Godamn I love you! Yes,I believe your room is very neat and tidy despite mums efforts to tell you that you must clean it! My room is a mess though! gahh…or rather, we make it a mess!
I love you baby! i need you! I’m seeing you tomorrow!
You know I don’t live at home anymore, but usually my apartment is a mess. I try to keep it as clean as possible, but it’s a bit more difficult when you have more than just one room to keep clean.
Both my parents were constantly hounding me to clean my room. Their home, their rules I guess.
My room…I use it for sleeping. It’s spotless, except my bed, which is so full of stuffed toys, it’s not funny. Plus, it has wheels, and we have floorboards, so every few seconds I go zooming across the room. It’s not as fun as it sounds!
My desk, on the other hand, is a complete mess. My argument is “I can’t find stuff if I pack it up.“ My parents bug me about it a lot, but they never actually do anything. Fortunately. Otherwise I’d be grounded every second day.
My definition of tidy is completly different to my parent’s definition of tidy. Which of course causes a lot of conflict.
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