07 October, 2005
Today I Walked Where The Heart Trembles!
Call it a moment of insanity; or maybe it was just stupidity, but today I walked into a realm that one ought not to go into. For a moment I listened to the voice inside of me that said I needed to know what was in there... and I ventured into the bedrooms of my children!
"Oh my Lord!" was the words that slipped from my lips as I entered the first door, climbed over the mountains of "stuff" and when I went into my son's room, I stood there in shock. I did not know what to do. I felt like slamming the door shut and pretending that I did not see it... but noooooo, something compelled me to go inside.
For the next hour I was trapped in that room. Oh, I guess I could have run out if I really wanted, but something keep pushing me to see what was actually in there.
The first thing I noticed was the pile of clothing wadded up at the foot of his bed. I recognized it in an instant.
It was the suit he had worn on Sunday, thrown into the floor. When I leaned over to pick it up, I noticed clothing crammed in between the foot of his bed and the wall. As I started to pull them out, my blood pressure began to boil.
Not one, not two... but I kid you not, 14 shirts and 4 pairs of pants... on hangers wadded up in the floor!
And 4 of the shirts were mine that I had not been able to find recently!!!
I wanted to kill the boy!
It is bad enough as I have described it, but you need to understand that to get to where these cloths were stashed away, you literally have to stand in front of his closet door!
For the life of me, I cannot understand why he would choose the floor rather than to hang them up... but then again, who understands the mind of a 15 year old?
But the story is not over yet.
I promise you that I am not exaggerating; I found 11 drinking glasses in his room, and 5 more in his sister’s room. (This is actually what prompted me to venture into these horror chambers, because I was doing the dishes and noticed a real shortage of glasses.)
And socks! Oh my goodness, you would not believe the dirty socks all over that boy’s room! (That might explain the smell of death emitting from that dungeon he calls a room.) And I won't even go into the horrors I found in his closet. Let's just say it was not pretty.
Oh the wonders of youth. Can they really not see the mess that is before them? I stood there getting madder and madder and then a thought broke into my head.
Hmmm... seems to me that I had a room like that at one point in my life too.
Maybe I will go a little easier on him. But not much!