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Dust bunnies with rabies

I had warned her and warned her, too many times in fact, and now she wasn’t taking me seriously.  Well, Saturday I’d had enough.  I was tired of walking into her room and tripping over junk.  I was sick of her saying she had no clean clothes because none of her laundry ever made it into the hamper.  I couldn’t handle the near certain death of opening her closet anymore.  Every time I went to put freshly laundered and neatly folded clothes in her dresser my head would explode.  And I would chastise myself for caring that now her clothes were a wadded up, wrinkled mess.

As I said, I’d warned her so Sassy shouldn’t have been surprised when I entered her room snapping open a garbage bag.  I nagged and cajoled until her room was spotless.  It took SIX HOURS and FIVE GARBAGE BAGS!  Six hours accounting for frequent bathroom breaks and a small sojourn for lunch.  Five bulging kitchen sized garbage bags.

I used a rake to get the crap out from under her bed.   In fact, I don’t know how surprised I would have been had I discovered actual crap. 

I threw out puzzles whose pieces were strewn about because I’ll be damned if I was going to sit there and put them together to make sure they were all accounted for.  Board and card games fared no better.  Out went books with torn covers.  I know! Blasphemy but I was on a roll. 

I threw out every single Happy Meal toy I could get my hands on.

Many things ended up in those bags that I’m sure Sassy wouldn’t have been happy about had she realized, but I’m not sorry.

While I was laying on the carpet pulling out torn paper, dolls, candy wrappers, books, orphans and small animals from under her bed, I could hear the ghost of my father’s voice threatening to back his pickup truck under my bedroom window and promising to shovel out my belongings if I didn’t clean up my childhood bedroom.

Afterwards we were exhausted.  My back hurt and my shoulders cramped.  I know I worked at least as hard on that room as I did during the years of my indentured servitude working for my father on roofs and in ditches.

The Barbies and all her clothes are organized as are the Polly Pockets, Bratz, Princess Dolls, and Fairies.  The books are lined up by size.  Her clothes are on hangers or neatly folded.  The shoes are lined up in pairs.  The doll house toys are tucked away.

Sassy is pleased with the accomplishment.  She promises to endeavor to keep her room tidy.  Who wants to take 3 weeks in the pool?

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