Best intentions…

Growing up with a mother who is a neatfreak has its good and bad points. I’m pretty sure subconsciously I’m untidy as a way of rebelling against the stringent cleaning measures I was subjected to. They were tantamount to child abuse, I tell ya! It did however mean that I always had a tidy bedroom, which leads me to the desperate measures I resorted to yesterday to try and get Jessica to clean hers. We’re talking hell hole here….. (just did a google search for an appropriate cartoon image to accompany this – you know, her bedroom actually isn’t all that bad). To cut a long and many sms’s later story short – I moaned about her bedroom, she retaliated by asking what I was doing in her bedroom… upshot, I threated to ban the maid from cleaning her room for two weeks. Now Wouter is always harping on at me about threatening to do something and then not following through, so I figured I’d have to follow through on this one. I left a note for the maid …. “please do not clean Jessica’s bedroom”.  What happens?  The silly maid tidies up her bedroom and I then get it in the neck from Jessica for not following through on my threat. I just can’t win!

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