Cleaning

Me: Cheyenne I need an hour of your time to clean up a bit, please pick up your room so I can vacuum.

[Cue 5 minutes of grumbling]

[Cue 5 minutes of cleaning]

Me: Did you get it all?

Cheyenne: WHAT?! Don’t you trust me?

Me: Dude

Cheyenne: Yes, I got it all.

Me: Let’s go check.

[room is fairly clean, go to bed life up mattress]

Me: You have GOT to be kidding me. Clean this up!

Cheyenne: Why? You’re not going to vacuum under there.

Me: *heavy sigh*

Cheyenne: It’s not my fault.

Me: Of COURSE it isn’t. It’s that damn paper troll who puts all the papers with ONLY your name on it under your bed.

Cheyenne: Exactly.

Me: Duuuuuuuude.

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  • http://www.alittlenosh.net Amy @ A Little Nosh

    Sounds like me as a teenager. Though I don’t think my mom ever ACTUALLY vacuumed under there. I used to pile so much crap under my bed. It’s horrifying to me to think about now. 

  • http://amydphillips.com/ Amy

    I don’t vacuum under there, but if I don’t have her clean under there I swear something will start nesting.

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