I just experienced a head explosion. It was not a pretty sight. I will have to repaint the hallway. I now know why I refuse to enter my kids bedrooms. It's unhealthy. These "kids" I refer to are 21 and 22 years old. My daughter is getting married in a month, if we can find her amidst the discarded clothing, school papers that go back to her freshman year, make-up, dirty towels (2 a day for a month or more add up) and skeletons of projects started but not completed. You expect certain things of your children when they are old enough to shave and have sex. It's not like they were raised this way. No really, they weren't . The downstairs of our house is roach-free without offensive smells. I did not yell, as I might have done a year ago. I quietly collected my head explosion, closed their doors and returned downstairs. In a month's time, my daughter is getting married, leaving home, and setting up a home of her own. I think I'll go visit and leave some dirty panties on her floor.
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