Normally my kids are in charge of cleaning their own rooms. I believe this chore instills a sense of responsibility and ownership. It helps builds character, and it teaches lessons that will help them become independent adults someday.
Also, I’m lazy, and I don’t want to deal with their messes.
But there are times—maybe once a year or so—when it becomes necessary for me to intervene and clean on their behalf. The times when:
- Half of my silverware collection and all of my bowls are missing.
- We’re so familiar with the stink emanating from the room that we give it a nickname. “Stenchie’s back” is a common expression in our house.
- We’ve been late to school or appointments one too many times because I’ve been searching through my tween’s landfill to help find her [insert any frequently missing item].
If you are a better parent than I am and can get your tween to clean his or her own room, then congratulations. However, if the time for intervention comes in your house, I have some advice for you.
- Wait until your tween is at school, camp, or the grandparents’ house. You will need uninterrupted time. You will not need a screaming tweenager hollering about non-existent rights.
- Gather the necessary supplies: trash bags, recycling bins, cleaning spray, rags, vacuum, gloves, a shovel, and hazmat suit.
- Open the door and all of the windows. It doesn’t matter how cold it is outside; you will need fresh air to survive.
- Find and eliminate the source of the foul odor. This task may involve washing putrid socks, removing rotten food, or throwing away rank shoes or questionable “crusty” clothing. Warning: do not assume there is only one source of funk.
- Gather and wash all clothing on the floor—even if you suspect some of it is clean laundry that was never put away. If the clothing was touching the floor, trust me, it needs to be rewashed.
- Collect the garbage next. Hopefully you will only find used tissues, dirty napkins, candy wrappers, and stale food. But prepare yourself for the worst. If anything sticks to the floor, use scissors to remove it, and/or rearrange the furniture to cover it.
- Reclaim your kitchen dishes and utensils. Determine if the crusty/moldy/slimy cups are even worth salvaging. If not, throw them in the trash. Soak the “good ones” in the sink for a few hours, then run them through the heavy cycle on the dishwasher.
- It may be daunting, but pull out all of the crap from under the bookcase, desk, and bed all at once. After you resolve not to set the entire pile on fire, repeat steps 4 through 7.
- Find your tween’s secret stash of candy. Eat all of it without remorse. (But wash your hands first.)
- Sort the remaining crap into two piles: essential and extraneous. Put away the items you’re keeping. Hide the other crap until you can donate it. HIDE IT WELL.
- Wipe down the doors, walls, and other surfaces, and then burn the cleaning rag when you are done. Vacuum the floor, and experience the joy of rediscovering the true color of the carpet.
- Take some pictures so you can remember this state of perfection after the room returns to its natural state of a municipal dump … the very next day.
When your tweenager returns, put on earphones and blast your favorite music. Make sure you’ve purchased movie tickets for the neighbors so they don’t have to hear the screams emanating from your house, “MY ROOM IS SO FOREIGN TO ME! I CAN’T LIVE IN THESE CONDITIONS!”
NOTE: If you happen to stumble upon your tweenager’s journal, DO NOT read it—no matter how tempting it may be. It’s not right to violate their privacy, and there are some things that can’t be unseen. (Not that I know from experience…)
© 2014 Kathryn Leehane, as first published on Scary Mommy.
Photo Credit: dstaerk / 123RF Stock Photo (My tween’s room was MUCH worse.)
14 Responses
This post’s timing is perfect. I’ve actually been working on cleaning out my tweens room, getting ready for sort of a remodel before he hits junior high. At this pace though, we may have his room done by the time he’s entering high school. Holy hell.
My son hasn’t reached tween age yet. I’m not sure I can handle the smells. Sending the force your way.
I swear we live much the same life. I have to buy forks ALL THE TIME. WHAT ARE THEY DOING WITH THE FORKS?
And the spoons! How do they lose all of the spoons?
Advice for the ages.
Sadly, I still have to do this for my now 20-year-old daughter’s room. If I’m feeling nice I let her participate.
Hmmm, when do we get to kick them out? 😉
My daughter is 22 and her room looks like a hoarder lives in there. About three times a year she attempts to clean it out. Lasts about a week. Does it ever end?
I still remember the time my mother’ s cleaning woman gave me (I was probably 12 or 13) the prize for messiest room because of pancakes underneath my chair!!! My daughter’s room is a nightmare, and I”m not kidding!! Great post!
Yeah, the food kills me. Even though we have a “No Food in Bedrooms Unless the Dog Cleans Up After” policy.
ha ha! Taking notes – we’re still in the “clean up clean up everybody do your share” stage in the living room. The collaborative aspect of this is currently eluding toddler, so I spend a good chunk after bedtime cleaning it up so that we can walk around safely. Apparently there is a “I” in teamwork…
Ah yes. I’m very familiar with that stage. I think toddlers only collaborate on dessert. 😉
My son is 13 and cares nothing of privacy…yet. I know that he washes because he leaves the soapy rag in the tub, but he omits this odor of a sock with eggs. It’s wicked…and he’s so proud of it. I demand that he make his own bed and remove trash/clothes daily. He has to sweep/push mop on the weekend, but I go right behind him with a can of pledge and hand scrub his floors. I also wash the sheets biweekly in the summer and once a month in the winter. Idk what it is that makes them smell like that. I know mine bathes and wears deodorant. DH washes less often and still doesn’t smell like that.
We should find a way to bottle teenage funk so we could use it against our enemies.
I am still laughing. We have two teens and raised three more. The funky smells, the missing utensils and the crusty clothing seem to be inevitable. You need a sense of humor to tackle those messes!