This time the room cleaning adventure did not begin with a mother going off the deep end about having to clean up that room. Again. I think I've figured out that his messes get overwhelming and even I can't fathom the idea of doing it on my own. Yesterday's adventure, however, did begin with a very whiney boy bemoaning the fact that he'd lost a padlock he needs for a class event today. I brushed him off first thing in the morning with "I'll deal with that later"....and so we did.
Before I go on, you must know that a few days ago, when he was searching for this elusive padlock, I had said "It's probably under all the rubbish in your room. Go and throw some things out and you'll find it". His response? "Oh no Mum, there's nothing to throw out in my room."
Oh. My. Goodness. If that's "nothing to throw out" I'd hate to see his idea of what rubbish really is. Seriously, the boy collects rubbish like I collect thimbles! We threw out 3 bags and a big box of rubbish, plus an old broken school bag and a few other boxes that didn't fit in the bags. And after we finished putting things away and throwing things out I vacuumed.
Is there anything more satisfying than an expanse (however big or small) of beautifully vacuumed carpet? I think not.
And I found the padlock. Under the rubbish. Right where I said it would be.
This time I have no such dream of Mr Busy maintaining a clean room. Perhaps this is one that will need to be handballed on to the poor woman who ends up marrying him.
