i am so tired of looking at the mess in brooke's room. every couple of days it ends up looking like this. i am constantly fighting the urge to clean it myself, but i know she has to learn to do it herself. she takes great pride in cleaning it, but "cleaning" usually means that she lines up or piles up all of her stuff all around the room. she says, "look, mom! i'm organizing!" i can't help but smile. and i can't help but remember that my room was always a mess when i was a kid. it would drive my sister crazy, and she would usually end up cleaning it or "drawing" a line across the room to keep all of my junk on "my side."
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