It's not the actual act of cleaning that bothers me either. I like to organize and know that things are clean. As far back as I can remember I have liked to have things organized. Don't get me wrong... growing up, my room wasn't always spotless but I did get to the point where my room would get too messy for me and I would then clean my room.
My daughter doesn't seem to have such a compunction. I could let her room get filled knee high with papers, stuffed animals, and books and she'd just climb over them. And that's not even what bothers me the most. I just can't seem to understand why she keeps some of the things she does. I look at a small piece of paper and think "What is that? Must be a scrap from something else she's made." But no. My daughter will then start on a discourse on how it is a sprinkle from the doughnut shop she made. And that little piece of paper is cheese for the pizza kit she made.
I love how inventive she is. I love that she uses things she finds around the house and pretends they are something else. I just wish she has an inkling of the organizational bug that I have. That way, I don't have to take a room like this
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| This was taken after we'd been working on the room for 30 minutes or so. |
to this every couple weeks.
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| About 24 hours after we started and many breaks later... |
It's not as clean as I'd like to see it, but I'm pretty happy with this cleaning session. After all, she was willing to get rid of more things than I wasn't expecting her to. Perhaps it's something she's growing into?
Oh, and I also cleaned 2 bathrooms today and although I still don't like to do them, they certainly don't take as much time as cleaning my daughter's bedroom.
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