Teenager’s Room VS. One Large Trash Can

Due to a furnace on strike, I stayed home from work yesterday for negotiations.  It was also an opportunity to catch up on all the chores that have been neglected over the past couple of months. The washer and dryer ran simultaneously and the vacuum pulled enough dog hair out of the carpet to fashion a puppy.  Then I made a grave error.  I decided to tackle my kid’s room. 

I should have worn a hazmat suit, surgical gloves and a gas mask.  Periodically, she will get a wild hair and “clean” her room.  Now by “clean”, I mean move enough crap so that the carpet shows. And then pronounce it clean.  It would never pass a white glove test.  

Want to know what I found her room? And there were tons of them!

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