Messy boys

Yesterday, I agreed to help clean out the empty boys’ rooms. Empty in the sense of being unoccupied. I was late anyway, but when I got over there, I was totally unmotivated. Megan and Jennifer (our awesomely super helpful caring and kind guest) were at it full on, going strong. I had Eowyn in one arm, and kind of looked in each of the rooms. “Who lived in here?” I would ask at each room. Why I did this I don’t know. It’s like I wanted to know so I could be mad at them for leaving such appalling messes. I ended up emptying the drawers from one dresser, (the one Megan wouldn’t touch because of the moldy bag of rolls inside) then walking away gratefully to put the baby down for a nap. I returned after a while, and some pitiful prayer, in the same unmotivated mindset as before – maybe worse, and ended up bringing a basket full of stuff to be dispersed to it’s rightful home. I don’t really know why I was having such a hard time. Maybe because I’ve cleaned up after so many people for so long, (seven years to be exact) that I’m really just burnt on it. Yesterday contained a lot of me blaming things on guys, but I’ve cleaned up after girls too. (Though not as often, but then again we’ve never really had as many girls here.) I suppose I am tired of making things beautiful, seeing them destroyed, and then doing the same job over….and over….and over. I guess I’ve finally hit my limit. It's good for me to look at where people are coming from. I don’t want to over analyze the fact that people may just be slobs, but it may be because of the way they were raised. Which means they need to be taught and loved. I have come to learn that I expect a lot from people who may not even really know how to do what I expect from them. Not everyone is wired like me – too bad. Ha ha. But I really do love cleaning. Even other people’s rooms after they leave. It’s so fun to find the junk they leave - treasures for me. Things are changing. It’s a new day – literally. Awesome Meggers is coming up with ways to see that people don’t leave crazy messes when they leave – yeah! Now it’s just a matter of follow through, follow through, follow through. Oh! I almost forgot to give a shout out to Jaime, the first guy to leave this place, come back, get his stuff, and clean his room! There is hope!