That Boy is a P-I-G, Pig

After lecturing the teenager for the past two weeks about his laundry, this is what I woke up to in his bathroom this morning. Granted, it's been a frat house here for the past week. He's had at least three friends sleeping over every night. (That's a whole other issue. ) But after his agreeing last night to "do better," I was amazed (not) that he is still leaving his dirty clothes on the floor. And, do you think he could use a towel twice? Uh uh.

Tuesday, I just let him have it. Again, as in my previous Pig Sty post, I just couldn't take it any longer. I had walked by his bathroom (which he shares with the kid--poor guy) for the past two weeks willing myself not to touch all the dirty clothes on the floor. "He'll eventually pick them up and walk the 5 steps and put them down the laundry shoot." Yes, we have a laundry shoot--which makes it even more pathetic that he can't keep his dirty clothes off the floor. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer. I kicked them all into the shoot. And there they have sat.

I made it a point not to wash his clothes. I knew, (thought) eventually, he would ask about clean clothes (the nerve) and then I would be able to turn the situation right back to him. Last night, it happened. He started looking for a piece of clothing to wear today. (Today, the juniors go to school to get their lockers assigned and pick up books from their classes.) As soon as he opened the shoot door, I caught him. I told him all his clothes would sit there until he decided he was going to wash them. I was not going to wait for him to gather two weeks' worth of dirty clothes for me to wash. He said ok, no fight. And so they sit.

And, so when I returned to the house this morning after the frat brothers had left, this is how his bathroom was left.

All of these clothes are going right back in the hamper. I refuse to touch them. My only concern is that he will try to jam them all into the washing machine at once. I will definitely be keeping an eye out for when he decides he has no clean clothes to wear. Grrrrr.

In other news, my boxes from DC arrived today. After I packed up all our junk from the attic, I took them to my brother to ship from the shop (what we've always called our photo business' office). They arrived today. Among other junk, I had shipped some of my artwork from high school. There is one piece that I want to frame just because there's something about it that I like. It's the one of the closet and the clothes hanging. It's probably done at our house because my mom used to always iron in the afternoon and hang the clothes up by the closet. And, of course, this is the one that has had the most damage to it. It's very brittle from being in the attic for so many years (1977--eeeek) and was all folded up on the corners.

I think I'll take it in today and see what can be done. Looks like a piece for the bedroom or bath. Yea yea, if I hang it in the teenager's bathroom, maybe he'll get the idea that most clothes are meant to be hung. Hmmmm, you think it would work? Naaaah, I don't either.