Yeah, not so much. When I told them what I was going to do (while snapping pics), Michael tells me in a very sarcastic voice, (and without batting an eyelid as he continues to play video games), "Oooh I am so threatened mom", and DeAnna looks up at me, smiles and says, "Cheese".
Have you no shame my children????? Seriously. It's humiliating.
Thankfully, by pure luck, they both wanted something within the hour that I could withhold from them until the rooms were clean.
It turns out my son will clean his room for a CUPCAKE, (thank you to my visiting teacher, Maggie for bringing them over... you were truly inspired), and my daughter cleaned really quickly when I told her I was going to Walmart and that she would NOT be coming if her room wasn't tidy. (Hey, whatever works.)
Still, for the pure SPITE of it, I am posting the before and after pictures, and PLEASE... make sure to tell them you saw their disgusting rooms and that you can't believe they could live like that. I have a feeling they will be more embarrassed than they let on!
We'll start with Michael's room:
Notice the lethal cords spread stealthily across the floor to trip a poor unexpecting mother who comes in to kiss her son goodnight. And what exactly is the point of a bed side table when you can't even see the alarm clock and it is piled high with trash? Yes, he is laying in a bed that is not even made... and his pillow doesn't even have a pillow case on it. Oh the shame!
Can you tell me why you have a laundry basket in the room if you are just going to throw the clothes AROUND it??? There are several video games, some even OUT OF THE CASES, just laying on the floor... (those things are NOT cheap!) And more cords... dang things.
There is actually a perfectly good, comfy chair under that pile of clothes. It sits in front of a desk, which you wouldn't be able to see... because it is covered in stuff. I can count THREE pairs of shoes in the small space photographed here. How many pairs can you wear at once? And I can't even tell you how many items of clothing and purses are scattered all over her floor.
Ah yes, the Disney collection of JUNK that just sprawls itself all over the shelves. I'm counting three cups on the bedside table... that doesn't include the ones she has on the dresser on the other side of the bed, or the ones she stashes in the bathroom. The box under her bedside table is one she hasn't unpacked yet, (we moved here over a year ago), and yes, that is a pillow in her laundry basket!
Here are the improved, definitely not perfect, but narrowly acceptable rooms after a bit of tidying.
I can see the alarm clock... the floor is more or less clear and you can't see it, but the clothes are all in the laundry basket. The bed is somewhat made... and the pillow has a cover on it now. There is still a cord stretched across the room, but I had faith he would put it away before I came in to kiss him goodnight. (I didn't trip, so it must have been where it was supposed to be.)
Yea! I can see FLOOR!!!! Cups are gone... counter is clear. Disney stuff is organized and pillows are on the bed (although I think I would have washed it first if it was me... I'm just saying.) You can't see the chair and desk, but they are visible and usable... and her closet is even tidy!
Honestly, I'll take it for now... but ten bucks says it won't still look like this tomorrow. :)