Spring Cleaning

We're spring cleaning. Anyone with kids knows that means you get to sit around and argue with your coochie creations about why they absolutely can not live without anything you're trying to throw away. It doesn't matter if it's the very last piece of a random toy they played with one time, they NEED IT. It doesn't matter if it's a part of a squirt gun that broke back in 2012, they have to keep it. It doesn't matter if it's the same damn piece of paper that you gave in and let them keep last year because it's from kindergarten and that one mark on that crumbled up piece of paper holds some sort of sentimental value for them despite said piece of paper laying in the exact same spot in the corner of their room for the past year, they absolutely can not part with it or they won't be able to survive the rest of their adolescent lives. Anyways, I'm standing in my sons room and inform him that I ordered him a new bed so we needed to get his mattress and boxspring outside so we could have it hauled away. We lifted the queen sized boxspring up and the bottom fell out. IT WAS FILLED ALL THE WAY THROUGH WITH TRASH!! It wasn't just trash. He had everything from boiled eggs to dirty dishes shoved in there. When I say that I'm done with this child, I absofuckenlutely mean it today. 🤦🏼‍♀️