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Today I tidied my teens bedroom and found.....

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myotherusernameisbetter · 14/03/2015 20:39

I'll start....

Yes, I know he is perfectly capable of doing his own room, but today DS2 (13) was away for the day and I was waiting on hospital visiting time as my Mum is very unwell, I needed something to keep me occupied so I decided to do DSs room as a treat.

He usually picks up all his laundry and clears up any rubbish on a Saturday himself as that's his responsibility but as he was away at 9am he didn't have a chance yet. We have a "no food upstairs" rule.

Anyway, apart from the dirty laundry I found:

2 empty juice bottles
1 empty smoothie carton
1 empty milk shake carton
6 empty crisp packets
3 apple cores
a pile of orange peel
1 grape
a pile of sweet wrappers
some bits of popcorn
2 plastic bowls
2 plastic cups

......and a Pringle tube full of urine

We are going to have to have a talk when he gets home!

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Cleone · 16/03/2015 18:50

This had me seriously amused. You ain't seen nothing yet!
A good few years ago I was vacuuming the boy's bedroom only to find something impeding progress under the bed. I rammed it a few times, as one does but nothing budged.
Cursing horribly, one got down, lifted the valence and eh voila!
A stick of dynamite, weeping and seeping from both ends.
Needless to say I did not pursue the vacuuming!
As and when he got home from school, 6th form, I asked for an explanation.
Quite happily he said he had taken it as a part trade for something or the other and it had been under his bed for some months, hence the weeping.
Evidently it was used locally on the forestry to blow stumps and fence holes on occasion!
Somewhat of a quandary as to what to do with it!
I certainly wasn't going to handle it. As he was stupid enough to bring it in the house, he could remove it. So he took it down the river and blew up an old stump, carefully driving off the cows in the meadow beforehand. We really didn't want the bill for a pile of minced beef!!!
I have to point out that no-one ever queried an explosion or the mangled stump.
That is the way it was in Wild West Wales.
As a suitable punishment for the whole affair I made him clear out the garage and burn everything on a ceremonial pyre which took days. God know what was burnt but sometimes one can have too many possessions and hoarding.

Then there was the legs episode, yes, legs under the bed.
He had a prosthetic leg in due course. For some peculiar reason to which I was not party, they kept making him new models. Being an engineer he kept all the old ones and canabilised them for parts and made new ones from old etc. I had occasion to clear all this out and kept pulling legs out from under the bed. What on earth does one do with enough legs to fit a bloody centipede?
They ended up in Selly Oak hospital that had a charity remaking them for Africa. Hope they wore them not stuffed them under the bed!

The moral of this tale being don't be too upset by whatever you find it could be a damned sight worse and clean a bit more often!