I live with two boys. There is a saying, boys will be boys. This is very true in my life. No matter how hard I try, they always make our house a mess. After cleaning and putting everything in its proper place, if I let them stay at home for 5 minutes, they will totally change the look. Any outsider who visits the house at that moment can never guess these were in
condition just 5 minutes ago.
My son looks like his dad, and I am so happy about that. I don’t want to hear from my in-laws that my son doesn’t look good because he has my face.
Anyway, my husband will say he is messy because, from his
childhood, he has been like that; it’s his habit. But I have trained my son well. From
the very childhood, I always made him put his clothes in the right place. He did,
but now, why did he become so messy? For example, I found his socks in every single
room of our house which was supposed to be with his shoes. Whenever he returns
from outside, I ask him to put his socks into his shoes. He replied, Yes, yes.
Then, I don’t know what happened; I found him thinking about something or singing along and walking through the rooms with socks. Then, he doesn’t even know
where he kept the socks.
Sometimes, it’s difficult to understand who can mess up the houses more, the other or the son.
This was just an example; these two boys are doing it with everything.
I am tired, and I surrender. I can’t make this house better. It will always be a mess.