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No, that about says it all, Nym.
They are impossible, but ironically, daughter No1 was an utter slob. Now she has her own place she is utterly house proud, and has been known to complain about my standards. Soon put a stop to that, she agrees this is a rather larger establishment, and the dust and the odd cobweb is really not something to provoke a hissy fit. I had to contend with mouldy yoghurt pots, and much much worse.
Tee hee. Something bothering you sweetums?
Touché.
OZ
Sigh! It’ a phase. Ara.
Touche indeed, O Zangado!
Yes,indeed it is, Nym.
As my daughter used to say to me; don’t sweat the small things, I’m not pregnant, in prison or on drugs, so give me a break.
I just closed the door in the end.
I close the door for long periods, but then there comes a time when the smell’s a little too, erm…. thick
Dash in when they are away, if it gets too awful.
Ahh bliss, my daughter moved out at Christmas. We have gained a parking space, a spare bedroom, no mess or noise as she comes in late (or early depends on which side of midnight), a bathroom without mess, loads of bum fodder (toilet rolls). I do believe now she has taken all her stuff the house has raised itself 2 inches from its foundations.
still she was never a problem really, never drunk, drugs police etc. So what more can I ask for.
Only trouble now is she has moved a long way away.
Too true, Rick, but I’m still idiotically storing both my daughters’ belongings. They don’t have the room and frankly neither do I, but it is a very painful process to persuade them to remove them.
I have made some progress over the last few years, but they still have a lot of junk here.
Nighty night Pseu.
😀
OZ
Mine was the complete opposite, talk about the sublime and the ridiculous.
The boy was manic from an infant. Refused to go to bed until he had picked up all his toys and put them in the cupboard, got even tidier at boarding school.
When he lived at home after the divorce he not 0nly cleaned his own room, his fish tank once a week but earned his pocket money in the kitchen. He refused to allow anuyone else to clean up, said they didn’t do a good enough job. He was often to be found swabbing the floors with boiling water at 2am, just follow the scent of bleach and there was the boy!
I used to pay him to maid the cottages on Sat mornings, he was quicker and better than the cleaners and remade beds with military precision.
He used to bitch something horrid if our own quarters were not immaculate, I paid a maid just for peace and quiet!
Once, one vacation he took a night job cleaning an abattoir, they found him steam cleaning the ceilings (for God’s sakes!!!) I gather they just hastily retreated and left him to it.
When he bought his flat he carpeted it in white all over so that he could see the dirt and all shoes were removed at the front door like a mosque.
It all became very wearing actually if you are naturally rather untidy. It was me that changed, not him.
His paper work and computers were arranged with exactly the same precision. Fortunately he was not over the top in a psycho sort of way but I was always concerned that is where it may well have ended up. One of the reasons he never had many girlfriends, he used to say that he saw their flats and thought they were slocky bitches and never fancied them after that, but then he said exactly the same about his male friends too!
So pseu I’m not sure one is exactly better than the other, a happy medium would be nice, but unfortunately rarely available!
Note, with all the cleaning of the goldfish they were the ‘cleanest son of a bitch goldfish’ on the face of the earth and one lasted 22 years and outlived him. I had to find a new home for it. The other went at 20. I found it neatly wrapped in silver foil in his deep freeze, not quite sure whether it was a cryogenic experiment or he just couldn’t part with it.
So maybe smelly socks are preferable to frozen dead goldfish, one’s mileage may vary!
The only thing that worked with my teenagers was confiscating everything that I had to pick up – and that included items in bedrooms after warning that I was on a tidy-up campaign!
It can be a fairly lengthy process if they have lots of clothes – but the loss of a cherished item for a week seemed to concentrate the mind on picking up one’s property and keeping things relatively tidy. 🙂
Boa, are you in Blighty now?
Nym, I’m impressed that you can tag this post ‘humour’. My memory of teenage girls would suggest ‘the dark side’!
Christina… how unusual, a tidy chap!! Lovely story about the gold fish 🙂
Janus it doesn’t do to get too wound up about it…. I’m not too tidy myself, but there are hygiene issues which I’m can’t bear!
Janus – My brother has a wife and two teenage daughters. He escpes every year and comes to The Cave for a long weekend of barbies, beer and man stuff. ‘Nuff said and even Ethel is very understanding, as is the NSW, bless ’em both.
OZ
In this household maybe just switching off the modem for an hour would get results?!
Why not if it is that bad? No clean up, no computer, doesn’t sound unfair!
What about telling them they are a health hazard and quite disgusting and will never get a girlfriend?
Not too effective if they are not into the female sex yet though!!
I rather like Bo’s confiscation programme too.
Try what Bearsy did with our grandson who was staying with us and seemed to be allergic to showers.
We were sitting around the dinner table discussing items of news, when Bearsy, with a dead straight face, said that he’d read that juvenile, penile cancer was on the increase – as a direct result from lack of hygiene. The grandson gulped down the rest of his dinner and rushed off to take a shower. End of problem!
Very amusing, Boadicea.
My boyd have good personal hygiene/ their rooms are a different matter.
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No, that about says it all, Nym.
They are impossible, but ironically, daughter No1 was an utter slob. Now she has her own place she is utterly house proud, and has been known to complain about my standards. Soon put a stop to that, she agrees this is a rather larger establishment, and the dust and the odd cobweb is really not something to provoke a hissy fit. I had to contend with mouldy yoghurt pots, and much much worse.
Tee hee. Something bothering you sweetums?
Touché.
OZ
Sigh! It’ a phase. Ara.
Touche indeed, O Zangado!
Yes,indeed it is, Nym.
As my daughter used to say to me; don’t sweat the small things, I’m not pregnant, in prison or on drugs, so give me a break.
I just closed the door in the end.
I close the door for long periods, but then there comes a time when the smell’s a little too, erm…. thick
Dash in when they are away, if it gets too awful.
Ahh bliss, my daughter moved out at Christmas. We have gained a parking space, a spare bedroom, no mess or noise as she comes in late (or early depends on which side of midnight), a bathroom without mess, loads of bum fodder (toilet rolls). I do believe now she has taken all her stuff the house has raised itself 2 inches from its foundations.
still she was never a problem really, never drunk, drugs police etc. So what more can I ask for.
Only trouble now is she has moved a long way away.
Too true, Rick, but I’m still idiotically storing both my daughters’ belongings. They don’t have the room and frankly neither do I, but it is a very painful process to persuade them to remove them.
I have made some progress over the last few years, but they still have a lot of junk here.
Nighty night Pseu.
😀
OZ
Mine was the complete opposite, talk about the sublime and the ridiculous.
The boy was manic from an infant. Refused to go to bed until he had picked up all his toys and put them in the cupboard, got even tidier at boarding school.
When he lived at home after the divorce he not 0nly cleaned his own room, his fish tank once a week but earned his pocket money in the kitchen. He refused to allow anuyone else to clean up, said they didn’t do a good enough job. He was often to be found swabbing the floors with boiling water at 2am, just follow the scent of bleach and there was the boy!
I used to pay him to maid the cottages on Sat mornings, he was quicker and better than the cleaners and remade beds with military precision.
He used to bitch something horrid if our own quarters were not immaculate, I paid a maid just for peace and quiet!
Once, one vacation he took a night job cleaning an abattoir, they found him steam cleaning the ceilings (for God’s sakes!!!) I gather they just hastily retreated and left him to it.
When he bought his flat he carpeted it in white all over so that he could see the dirt and all shoes were removed at the front door like a mosque.
It all became very wearing actually if you are naturally rather untidy. It was me that changed, not him.
His paper work and computers were arranged with exactly the same precision. Fortunately he was not over the top in a psycho sort of way but I was always concerned that is where it may well have ended up. One of the reasons he never had many girlfriends, he used to say that he saw their flats and thought they were slocky bitches and never fancied them after that, but then he said exactly the same about his male friends too!
So pseu I’m not sure one is exactly better than the other, a happy medium would be nice, but unfortunately rarely available!
Note, with all the cleaning of the goldfish they were the ‘cleanest son of a bitch goldfish’ on the face of the earth and one lasted 22 years and outlived him. I had to find a new home for it. The other went at 20. I found it neatly wrapped in silver foil in his deep freeze, not quite sure whether it was a cryogenic experiment or he just couldn’t part with it.
So maybe smelly socks are preferable to frozen dead goldfish, one’s mileage may vary!
The only thing that worked with my teenagers was confiscating everything that I had to pick up – and that included items in bedrooms after warning that I was on a tidy-up campaign!
It can be a fairly lengthy process if they have lots of clothes – but the loss of a cherished item for a week seemed to concentrate the mind on picking up one’s property and keeping things relatively tidy. 🙂
Boa, are you in Blighty now?
Nym, I’m impressed that you can tag this post ‘humour’. My memory of teenage girls would suggest ‘the dark side’!
Christina… how unusual, a tidy chap!! Lovely story about the gold fish 🙂
Janus it doesn’t do to get too wound up about it…. I’m not too tidy myself, but there are hygiene issues which I’m can’t bear!
Janus – My brother has a wife and two teenage daughters. He escpes every year and comes to The Cave for a long weekend of barbies, beer and man stuff. ‘Nuff said and even Ethel is very understanding, as is the NSW, bless ’em both.
OZ
In this household maybe just switching off the modem for an hour would get results?!
Why not if it is that bad? No clean up, no computer, doesn’t sound unfair!
What about telling them they are a health hazard and quite disgusting and will never get a girlfriend?
Not too effective if they are not into the female sex yet though!!
I rather like Bo’s confiscation programme too.
Try what Bearsy did with our grandson who was staying with us and seemed to be allergic to showers.
We were sitting around the dinner table discussing items of news, when Bearsy, with a dead straight face, said that he’d read that juvenile, penile cancer was on the increase – as a direct result from lack of hygiene. The grandson gulped down the rest of his dinner and rushed off to take a shower. End of problem!
Very amusing, Boadicea.
My boyd have good personal hygiene/ their rooms are a different matter.