Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for October 14, 2022

Have a meeting with the culprit(s) and say the next time you find any cr*p on the floor , you’ll consider it trash and will throw it out. Then do it. You’ll probably have to do it only once.

Gee…sounds like every Mom I’ve known.

I don’t do it anymore. I just have to look like I’m about to pick something up, and someone (usually Dad) will handle it for me. If no one does, it will be a kitten toy.

I let things get out of control, and now am afraid if I dislodge an unstable section there will be a “crapalanche.” I joke that stuff in my son’s room has compressed into sedimentary layers. I threaten to call in paleontologists to rediscover his floor. (Slightly exaggerated)

Auntie, you should get a dog.

When you throw the crap out, THEN you’re done with picking it up.

My wife was in a battle with my then teen son over the mess in his room. She threatened to throw it all out the front window.

He came home and found the room clean. She threw it out the back window instead. His friend, who could not stop laughing, helped him bring his stuff back in from the back yard.

I never understood why parents are like this over a kids room. Simple solution, shut the door and keep it shut then you don’t have to look at the mess or in some cases smell the funk. It’s their room, they will either learn to clean it or learn why none of their friends want to come over. Either way they learn. In a teens world, one embarrassing incident over a messed up room will change their attitude far faster than a parent griping.

As for the rest of the house, yep clean up your crap, but their room, let them be.

Put it all in one place. At the end of the week, throw it out, or donate it. . .

My brother’s room was a total disaster growing up. But as an adult, he became an orthopedic surgeon; was meticulous and a genius in his profession.

I’m also sick of picking up crap all over the house.

Unfortunately, I live alone.

Just toss it in their bedroom, and put a hazmat sign on the door..

IN my life, it’s 4 dogs and 4 cats!

I had a very dear relative who was not a neat-crazy but did keep a very nice house. She couldn’t convince one of her children to pick up her bedroom until the day said child came home and found her dresser emptied on the lawn two stories below.