tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188785764996983465.post5975288329347552415..comments2023-03-26T03:47:35.565-04:00Comments on NurseNightmare On Trauma Drama Street: THE SLOB…RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00239549305651230543noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188785764996983465.post-65077552251541180952011-11-01T18:53:25.754-04:002011-11-01T18:53:25.754-04:00Thanks guys for all the feedback. Maybe I can jus...Thanks guys for all the feedback. Maybe I can just shut the door until she finally grow's up or get's out. But I can't ignore the bathroom. My guest have to use it.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00239549305651230543noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188785764996983465.post-62619690287983939772011-10-30T20:50:47.891-04:002011-10-30T20:50:47.891-04:00I'm going to have to agree with JA-RN and emmy...I'm going to have to agree with JA-RN and emmy. Kids don't give a rat's behind about what their room looks like and you can argue with them about it until you're blue in the face. They don't care. My kid is a pig, too. At least when she can't find something in her messy room and comes to whine about it, I can tell her I told ya so. lolAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188785764996983465.post-39425193286839971972011-10-30T18:06:35.651-04:002011-10-30T18:06:35.651-04:00I agree with JA-RN. It's best to close the doo...I agree with JA-RN. It's best to close the door and pretend that the room isn't part of the house. Fight your battles over feeding the animals and curfew. What always amazed me was that my kids had no shame at having their friends to see the mess they chose to live in. I think it's just part of being a teen. They are all grown now and are clean enough. They don't even have random water bottles rolling around the floor of their cars.Lisa https://www.blogger.com/profile/09324961653370110887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188785764996983465.post-49530023589251953222011-10-30T14:59:56.498-04:002011-10-30T14:59:56.498-04:00by the time mine was a teenager, I came the the re...by the time mine was a teenager, I came the the realization that I had to pick my battles. His room was not one of them-as long as there was no food in there, I just shut the door. If he wanted to dress off the floor (because that's where his clothes were!), that was his decision. And you know what? When he eventually had his own place, he turned into Mister-Neatnik!JA-RNhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10934781591668293162noreply@blogger.com