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Tuesday, 3 May 2011

And a Partridge in a Pear Tree



Today I decided was THE day. A day Id been putting off for ….... well, for a VERY long time.

Today, I was going to muck out Master Macs bedroom!

I know, at aged 13 he IS old enough to do it himself. Either that or I should just let him live in his own squalor. The trouble is, Master Mac rather likes squalor.



I'm no domestic goddess myself but I have standards (pretty low ones I'll admit) but I like to occasionally be reminded what the carpet looks like (or had I stripped his floorboards? I can't remember).

Anyway, today I was feeling brave and so, armed with industrial strength bin bags, rubber gloves and a face mask, I opened the door.

I shut it again very quickly and stood outside breathing heavily for several minutes working up the courage to try again.

Slowly, with one eye closed, I gave the door a push, it promptly rebounded off the pile of dirty washing stacked behind it and smacked me in the face.

Now we were at WAR!!!

I squared my shoulders, assumed my best 'don't mess with me' expression and strode into the room. The FIRST thing I trod on was half an Easter Egg, the damn thing somehow managed to encase my foot like a chocolate foot glove, I hopped around trying to shake it of (a little like the cat when she's trodden in something unfortunate in the litter tray). That was when, with my other foot, I trod on John Cena (not the real one, that might have been a little softer and squidgier).

My scream of agony brought the dog pounding up the stairs only to be confronted with me (by now, face down on the bed), one foot sporting half a pound of Cadburys finest, the other the imprint of a WWE champions belt. He skidded to halt obviously unsure exactly what his role was in all of this.

Being a dog and being male he quickly hoovered up the shards of chocolate scattered over the floor and shot back downstairs again licking his lips.

I lay there for a while gathering my thoughts. Should I remove the egg from my foot and replace it in the foil for Master Mac to eat later??? Should I just shovel EVERYTHING into bin bags and tell him we were going for the minimalist look from now on?

I decided on the former, (I shall obviously tell him AFTER he's eaten the egg).

Master Mac's room is looking slightly emptier. That would be the removal of one and a half bin bags of rubbish, three loads of washing, seven cups, four glasses and a potato peeler.

I'm just taking a well earned break before round two, wish me luck …...................

13 comments:

I'm So Fancy said...

I say give him a bag and tell him that he has 24 hours. After that, you go in with the bag and anything you find, you decide whether it stays or goes....

Sarah Mac said...

Unfortunately I suspect all Id find when I went in would be an Xbox, a laptop and the posters on the wall.

I think I'd better start leading by example which means today I'm going to reclaim MY bedroom floor .......

Sandra said...

Teenage girls are just as bad...once every so often, I get in there and just throw out "useless" stuff and they don't even notice...it's a hard one. Part of me says just get it done, and part of me says give him an ultimatum...I know which one *wouldn't* work with my girls...LOL

Sarah Mac said...

Ah, I have one of those too Sandra! Well, she's 12 anyway.

I know which one doesn't work for me too, possibly because they know I can't bring myself to do it.

Diminishing Lucy said...

Thank you for linking up to Drab to Fab!

Diminishing Lucy said...

Is this what I have to look forward to?! Eeeek!

Sarah Mac said...

I'm afraid it may well be :)

Life In A Pink Fibro said...

Oh wow. I don't even want to think about this with TWO boys in the house.

Sarah Mac said...

Best not dwell on it, that way leads madness!

Adalita said...

Ha ha I remember my teenage room = HELL for my parents.

Sarah Mac said...

Well I'm having a brief respite as both rooms are tidy for now, shame we've got the weekend coming up!

Being Me said...

Heya, just joining you for your rewind this weekend.

Don't be so sure John Cena wouldn't be just as hard to step on, guy looks cut and hard! I am not looking forward to revisiting my teenage bedroom days.... All that to look forward to, eh?

asampler said...

A potato peeler? LOL. I agree, teenage girls are grotty too. And everything gets sprayed in cheap smelly, sickly sweet perfumes.
Visiting from the Rewind.