Mental preparation when approaching a major at-home project should include, prayers, holy water, a Shaman, Voodoo Priestess, a priest who has done an exorcism or 20 and, of course, your final Last Will and Testament. Now boys and girls we are ready to clean teenager's room(s). In this case, I'm cleaning my teenage twin boys' room.
Mental preparation gives you the inner strength to accomplish this daunting task. Mental preparation was given a try the day these boys came into the world, but they came so quickly and in such a hap-hazard way, that I pretty much went along for the ride. Low and behold, 13 years later they are giving my husband and I more joy than living in Disney World (I get sick of crowds easily and push and shove to get them out of my way).
I digress, I am writing on the topic of teenage boys rooms and why they need to be cleaned. Teenage boys, for the most part, feel they are not totally responsible for the condition of their bedrooms. We give them chores and responsibilities to keep their personal living space as livable as possible. Notice I didn't write, neat and orderly. That's just not possible, unless I gave birth to two, count them TWO, Type-A personalities. I'm here to tell you that didn't happen.
I digress again. The boys' room is not big. We do reside in a 110 year old house that has lovely architectural features, but is small with three bedrooms and one bathroom. Their bedroom has every stuffed animal they have ever received over the years times two. These animals are everywhere and seem to make it their mark on the world to be in charge of the bedroom. They live everywhere. Under the bunk beds, in the closet, smashed down on the side of the beds. After watching 'Toy Story 3', human emotions that exult children's stuffed animals to the highest degree experienced the love that is now reserved for the dog. They have been passed over and now don't get played with. But the moment I remove these animals from their room; there will be an emptiness and darkness that will make my sons revert back to being four year-olds. How can I win this one? I'm going in with a shovel for sure, multiple trash bags, disinfectant and all that were mentioned at the beginning of this story. Not sure if I should start with the holy water or not. The plastic Blessed Mother receptacle from the shrine of Our Lady of Fatima, mixed with Our Lady of Knock, should be the concentrated double punch needed to get things moving. Calm the air, disengage the evil forces trying to rise up and defeat my purpose. I will have Order!!!! Plain and simple. This is meant to be. I know I'm stalling by writing about it, but the more I write, the greater the resolve to succeed.
So away I go. My son, Kyle, is home sick today so maybe he can drag his sickly self to my rescue should I need back up or be dragged out and given mouth-to-mouth (here the call will go out for 911 and someone else to give me the kiss of life, cause that's too gross). Okay everyone, see you on the other side.
