Hey kids,
I admit, I may have overreacted a bit this morning when I checked your rooms, but let’s get real here. When I asked if everything was tidy while you were glued to your screens, your half-hearted mumbles didn’t exactly inspire confidence. So, I felt it necessary to investigate, and, let me tell you, I wish I hadn’t.
This isn’t an apology; it’s a declaration of how things are going to change around here. So listen up: I am your mother, the reigning authority in this household. I am not your maid, your butler, or a doormat. You’re old enough to understand how to clean up after yourselves, and I shouldn’t have to remind you anymore.
You might be wondering why I lost my cool over “a few things out of place.” Well, it’s because I found dirty socks and underwear stashed under your beds. I saw things that no mother should have to see! And let me make it clear: your curtains are not tissues!
As I was storming down the stairs with an armful of your crusty laundry, I nearly tripped over the shoes strewn across the floor. You know, that prime real estate right in the middle of the walkway where you shouldn’t leave obstacles. And while tossing the laundry into the washer, I almost slipped on some… well, let’s just say, that’s not the kind of mess I should be cleaning up every day.
I am done with excuses and half-hearted attempts at cleanliness. If I find another candy wrapper hiding under a bed or couch, I will lose it again! This is your heads-up: I won’t be raising my voice anymore. Instead, I’ll just take things away. Think you can keep your devices? Think again. Friends coming over? Not happening. If I want ice cream, I’ll enjoy it in peace—just like you enjoy leaving me to clean up after you.
And trust me, I won’t forget the messes. The dirty underwear on the floor, the towels left hanging, and the apple core you thought was cleverly hidden are etched in my memory. You can’t unsee certain things, and I’ll shut down any fun in this house faster than you can leave your chewed gum on the windowsill.
It’s not too much to ask for basic cleanliness. You’re not forgetting; you’re just choosing to be lazy. So kids, believe me when I say, I know exactly how to tackle that laziness.
Are we clear? Good. Now, go clean your rooms.
Mom