This weekend, my dad's going to California (Without me, thanks.) and he's leaving us with our grandma, so he was cleaning the house like crazy today. Our house is generally really, really messy and hasn't been cleaned in a while. My little brother's various toys (Nerf guns, Hotwheels cars, Legos, etc.) are strewn all across the floor. Papers litter the kitchen counter. School supplies an unemptied backpacks from a few weeks ago when school let out still sit beside the door.
All sorts of treasures from long ago are buried beneath the clutter. Among them were a pile of three month old cat-barf that ants and/or my cat had eaten most of, wrapping paper leftover from Christmas, and math journals from two years ago. Once, when my dad was cleaning out the freezer, he even found a frozen goldfish from who knows how long ago. I thought I remembered burying it, but it had obviously been forgotten for quite some time.
Now, the house is surprisingly clean and clutter-free. What is my brother's only response?
".... It's roomy."
I think he secretly misses living in a nest of his own filth, but he'll recreate his sanctuary soon enough. It's only a matter of time before everything is back to the way it started, buried cat-barf and all.
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