HOPE FOR THE SLOVENLY

  IN MY DREAMS!!!

I have recently had the privilege of entering my daughter's inner sanctum (aka her bedroom).  I have been to this surreal place before, but only under her watchful eye.  I find it to be a sea of devastation.  Clean clothing meets the dirty seamlessly.  Sadly,  I too was like that as a teen.  I used to keep my room in a similar state of disrepair.  For some reason though, it seems like that was someone else.  Today I could not fathom living in that type of disorder.  I would find it hard to relax and unwind.  How does she walk in there? There isn't a piece of the floor that is uncovered.  What about wrinkles?  These events lead me to quote my mother and say things such as "I don't know where you have picked up those nasty habits."  In a hidden closet of my mind, I faintly recognize these types of habits in a former/younger version of myself.  Does it matter more now that I PAY for the clothes that is strewn all over the floor?  Who knows?  At least I am not the only one quoting my mother.  My daughter has been known to retort "it is not so messy I know where everything is."   AAH and so the cycle continues.   HAHAHA!!  Someday I'll laugh at her as my mother does at me when I complain about these things.