5 Annoying Things About Teenage Daughters

1. Dirty dishes.  Honestly, are you frigging kidding me right now?  The sink, what little you can see of it, is mere inches from the dishwasher AND it’s empty.  Surely a 17-year old can do the math.  Or maybe not, because the dishwasher is still empty.  Does she not see the huge reminder on the dry erase board?  Since she obviously can’t do dishwasher math, maybe she can’t read either?

2. Her bathroom. Probably way TMI, but her bathroom is. So. Gross. Overflowing trashcan, crusty sink, grimy tub.  The dog pulled used, um, feminine products from her overfilled trashcan and strung them all over the carpet just outside the bathroom.  It. Was. So. Gross. I swear, when she goes, I’m strapping on a HazMat suit and going in.  If you don’t hear from me by late August, please send help.

3. Her bedroom.  If you think her bathroom sounds bad, you should see her bedroom.  The only positive thing I can say here is at least there was no garbage, not from what I saw from the doorway.  I’m not going in there!  Unmade bed aside (can’t blame her there), she uses her floor as a dresser, best I can tell.  There is a hamper right by her door, but you can’t see the carpet for all the clothes strewn around.  Use. The. Hamper.  Put. Clothes. Away.  That’s all I ask.

4. Food and drink.  Although she will pile the dishes in the sink, if she is drinking from the bottle or sometimes even a glass, she will leave it on the couch.  See, there is this handy retrieval system for the living room.  It’s called “MOM” or Modern Operating Minion.  MOM can’t stand to see empties lying around, so MOM will put it in the dishwasher or throw it in the recycling bin.  Doesn’t everyone have one of these?

5. Laundry. I’ll give her this, she does do laundry.  Her own.  Never does she throw mine in to fill a load.  When I do laundry, I do both of ours – get it all out of way at once.  Not her, nope. No way.

I feel for her future roommate at school.  I wish her much luck and tolerance.  Or maybe she’ll be exactly like my kid and their dorm room will be a disaster area.

 Written by: Allyson Johns