Somethin's happenin' here

What it is ain't exactly clear...


View from doorway, Wednesday morning

It's noon, and the horizontal one has already been up for several hours, and has even bathed. I can still see the floor. Yesterday the room had changed so little it wasn't even worth posting. Should I be happy, or scared?

View of desk, Wednesday morning

I can see the floor!

Brace yourself - his slothfulness woke up at 7 AM this morning to clean his room. The result, for your viewing pleasure:


Yes, he has a carpet, and real bedding.


There are even clear surfaces!

How did this miracle occur, after years of wheedling, yelling, and threats of bodily harm? I took the car keys away.

Tune in tomorrow to see if this phenomenon is maintainable.

Welcome to My Son's Room

View from the doorway, Easter morning


View from the inside, Easter morning

I have an 18 year old son. This is his room. I am tired of asking, demanding, yelling, bribing, and threatening. Public humiliation is my new strategy. I'll be posting daily photos of his room, along with occasional rants about parenting a teenager who lives like an animal.

Leave me your horrified comments. Advice and rants about your own teenagers also welcome.