Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Oh floor, oh floor....where art thou?
When I awoke this morning and realized I'd been mumbling the title of today's blog over and over I knew that it was time. Is there a floor beneath all of the stuff that is piled up in my bedroom?
When it gets to the point that you can no longer write your name in the dust on ones dresser without using heavy machinery because the dust is no longer dust.......it is dirt........you know it is time.
When you can't find the closet doors because they have been used for months and months as tall vertical hang everything on them gadgets........it is time.
When the ceiling fan will no longer turn because all the cobwebs and dirt that have accumulated on the blades are now cement.......it is time.
When you have to pole vault over piles of junk just to get into bed at night only to have one of your punks need something in the middle of the night and you find yourself cursing as you stumble and stub your toes on debris because you can't see your way in the dark to your door.......it is time.
When your punks bedrooms start to look cleaner than yours........then it is DEFINITELY time...........
Oh, and by the way....that photo up there at the top of this post? It isn't my bedroom.....I would NEVER let my bedroom get that bad...ahem....cough....snort....pigs.....
Post note: Okay, I am SO cracking up. I have had too many a concerned person asking me if this is a photo of my bedroom. NO FOR CRYIN' OUT LOUD! Do you really think if my bedroom were that messy I'd actually post a photo and admit to it? No my darlin's. I went on the big ol' Internet and googled messy bedroom photo's and up this one came and so no my friends, someone else is secure enough in themselves to actually post a photo of their messy bedroom.......I just happily pointed out their mess because I'm secure enough in myself to point out other's faults......just not my own...... :o)