Hey there, kiddos,
I know I might have overreacted this morning when I decided to check out your rooms, but honestly, it’s your fault. When I asked each of you—while you were glued to your phones—if your rooms were clean, and you all mumbled a half-hearted “yes,” something didn’t sit right with me, so I felt the need to see for myself. I admit, I may have lost my cool a bit, but let me be clear: this is not an apology; it’s a “Here’s What’s Happening Moving Forward” letter. So perk up and pay attention.
Newsflash, my dears: I am your mother, the queen of this household. I am not your maid, your butler, or a doormat to be walked all over. You’re old enough to know better. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve told you to clean up after yourselves, and it honestly pains me to think about it. I’m done with the reminders. I set the tone here, and you will follow my lead.
You might be wondering why I got so upset over “a few things being out of place.” Well, let me tell you: I just found a mountain of dirty underwear and socks hidden beneath your bed. I came across things no mother should have to see. And just a heads up—your curtains are not tissues!
While I was storming down the stairs with an armful of crusty laundry, I tripped over the shoes you left strewn across the floor—right in the spot where I should be able to walk without rolling my ankle. As I shoved the laundry into the machine, I nearly slipped on some bodily fluids that somehow made it to the floor I clean every single day. Don’t even try to tell me you didn’t hear it splatter everywhere. After all this time, you still walk away without cleaning up after yourselves, like it never happened.
I’m done with your excuses. If I find another candy wrapper under a bed, couch, or chair, I will lose it. Oh wait, that’s already happening! This is the last time I’m going to raise my voice because you all can’t get your act together and take care of your space—including the bathroom.
From now on, I’m the gatekeeper of all things fun. I won’t be yelling anymore; instead, I’ll just take things away. All your devices? Gone. Friends coming over? Not happening. If I want ice cream, I’ll eat it in front of you without a second thought. Just like you don’t hesitate to watch me scrub up after you, I’ll enjoy my treats solo.
And trust me, I won’t forget the dirty laundry on the floor, the towels that never get hung up, or the apple core hidden under the couch cushions. Some sights can’t be unseen, and I can shut down the fun in this house faster than you can stick your chewed gum on the windowsill.
It’s not asking too much to expect cleanliness. These messes don’t happen because you “forgot” or “didn’t know.” Everyone knows that toothpaste doesn’t belong on the window and floss should never be visible on the sink’s edge. It’s called being lazy, and I refuse to tolerate it. So, kids, believe me when I say I have a solution for laziness.
Are we clear? Great. Now go clean your rooms.
Mom
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