August 05, 2005

A Battle Won

I knew the day would come when I blogged this. My best friend from high school is going to laugh when she realizes it’s been posted… as will my family. She will laugh… for… The Great Omnipotent One became revered in her Step Father’s eyes after this incident. A stroke of genius, his action was declared. A battle won against a teenage daughter, putting him in the annals of history in Parent vs. Teenage Slob.

I was 16 and the typical teenage girl. My bedroom was a complete disaster. I had two twin beds. One was for sleeping and the other for ‘stuff’. Clothes (all clean), books, papers, and just stuff in general, ended up HEAPED on the spare bed. Shoes were scattered on my floor as I had this habit of walking out of them as I entered the room, leaving them at my last footstep. Dirty clothes were there too, I am certain. (No food. I never ate or drank in my room.)

Now my room was on the opposite side of the house from the rest of the family’s. Off the kitchen, it was built as a guestroom, with its own private bath. So if I left my bedroom door open, from the kitchen, from the table, you could see my slovenly bedroom. But with the bedroom door closed I had the privacy a teenager loves. I could sleep without being distracted by dishes and conversation. It was my hide out to read or just disappear from society when I needed it. (I did not have a telephone, TV or stereo in my room… so I mingled with my family a lot. Gladly, I might add. Good move on my folk’s part and something I am following with my own children.)

Tired of repeatedly telling me to clean my room and my not listening, TGOO decided… to remove my bedroom door from the hinges. I had no privacy. The door went into the garage until I cleaned my room.

Let me tell you… a bedroom door absorbs A LOT of sound. Suddenly there was a distinct echo to my room. And the whole thing was just… icky. I had no privacy at all. And although I actually didn’t keep my door closed that often, I did do so occasionally and suddenly it was not an option.

I waited a few days. I did. But then... I cleaned my room. The door came out of storage from out in the garage… and the battle was won. And although my room was never neat as a pin or totally ‘squared away’ as he wanted it, it really never got that bad again. The realization that he would in fact remove the door from its hinges again, perhaps permanently, never left the back of my mind.

And so you are now wondering… what is prompting this posting? THIS post by the bitingly funny Veloci-man reminded me of my slovenly teenage years. It just seemed like something TGOO would have written if he had a blog when I was a teenager. I sent my family the link, and they agreed. I think it was the socks and the hamper statement that did it. No way TGOO would have trusted me with those paddles...

Posted by Boudicca at August 5, 2005 04:54 PM | TrackBack
Comments

You have no idea how polite I was being by mentioning only the socks. My girls' rooms are disgusting! They just filmed a segment of a Hiroshima: 60 years later segment in their rooms. Hey. I kinda like that. Don't be insulted if I turn that into a post!

Posted by: Velociman at August 5, 2005 11:17 PM

Hmmm...this made me think of some stuff...should probably be it's own post.

Posted by: Sissy at August 5, 2005 11:38 PM

My Dad would solve the problem by tidying my room himself.

All the cosmetics, and stuff on my dressing table that I used every day would get stored on the unreachable shelf in my closet.

He had a few other tricks like that. I must get him to remind me..

Posted by: Sally at August 6, 2005 01:31 PM

Yes, your dad is a genius-to be revered in my family til the end of time. :-)

Posted by: pfb at August 6, 2005 09:12 PM

I remember well this incident, Bou. It made a lasting impression on our family scene.

Posted by: Andree at August 6, 2005 09:30 PM

I probably would have stood my ground and waited for them to give in. Of course, I was an evil child...

Posted by: Princess Cat at August 7, 2005 11:18 PM