How is it possible that I have borne a child who is a total slob?Â Who doesn’t mind hiding dirty dishes in her drawers, hiding TRASH beneath a blanketÂ in her big cushy chair?Â Who doesn’t want to make her bed and organize her hairÂ things and put the shoes in her closet?Â Who doesn’t want to clean her rabbit’s cage until the stench literally makes her eyes water.Â
How did this happen?Â Really?Â It’s no secret that I like things tidy.Â Dirty dishes in the sink drive me nuts and clutter makes me twitch.Â I clean the lint filter between every load of clothes.Â I take my dishwasher apart and wash it, so that it can properly get my dishes clean.Â Beds are made, laundry started, dishes are put away before we ever leave for school in the mornings so that I can come home and go straight to work.
And yet, I have a daughter who appears to have absolutely no interest in all things domestic.
She has begged for a trashcan for in her room so that she can put her garbage away.Â I have resisted this for a long time because I would like her to put her trash in the big can in the utility room where it belongs.Â Today, after hauling an entire tall kitchen garbage bag full of trash from her room–things that had been piled on her dresser, chest of drawers, under her bed, in her closet and just generally on the floor, I have finally admitted defeat.Â I am tired of
Clearly she is not going to make the trek to the utility room.Â I give up.Â Maybe, just maybe, if I put an actual can for the garbage in her room, the trash will actually go in it.Â
I am hopeful blogfriends, but I’m not holding my breath.