(This is It’s official. My children are rooming with slugs and cockroaches.)
I have three teenage children including two boys 17, and 19. We’ll call them B1 and B2.
I love them dearly but (and I’ll be gentle here) they’re filthy feral piglets. A week ago their rooms were tidy – thanks to me. I know, I know, I’m supposed to be leaving it to them to establish their independence and instil responsibility, we all know that. It’s the doing that’s exceptionally tricky.
So, as I was cleaning up I swore it would be the last time, we always swear it will be the last time, don’t we? With one son doing his HSC and the other at uni this really, truly ought to be the last time.
This is the child who doesn’t put sheets on his bed…and always has several wet towels on the floor! (I picked up all but one because I couldn’t stand it.)
I get it…and I know I’m fighting a losing battle because despite my best efforts only one week ago, I’m sure that right now there are rodents lurking in both rooms. At the very least there are ants and cockroaches.
My mum (who coincidentally also had three children, two of whom were pigs – I was perfect ) has advised me to ‘shut the door and forget about it.’
‘But one of them is sleeping without sheets,’ I ranted.
‘Well that’s just gross, Lisa.’ Pause. ‘Close the door and forget about it. Is there any wine in the fridge?’
As I am writing this post, the oldest has come downstairs saying, ‘Mum, there’s a slug in my room. Did you know I killed a cockroach last night?’
No, I didn’t, son, but I’m sadly not surprised.
(This is the child doing the HSC!)
Help! What do you do about your older kids’ bedrooms? Do you just close the door and hope they survive the filth?