My daughter's bedroom
My baby girl is 22-years-old and this is what her bedroom looks like.
I know, it doesn’t bother her so why should it bother me, right? It bothers me because I have to see it. Can’t help it, really, since we live in such close quarters. I grew up in an all-boy environment, with no sisters. It wasn’t until I got married that I began to see females regularly at close range. Is this kind of house-keeping normal for young adult women? I can’t even begin to describe the contents of this pile. Well, I could, but I don’t want to.
In Japan the New Year season is the traditional time for house cleaning. Very thorough house cleaning, too. Last year, however, my daughter had a bad cold that thwarted her sincere plan to clean her room. She even went to a hospital Emergency Room on Christmas Day fearing influenza. (Christmas is not a holiday in Japan, and the doctor said that her temperature was not high enough for influenza. Probably just a bad cold, he said.) She sleeps in here like this. And our cat is her cat, so its litter box is in her room, too. It’s as bad as a teenaged boy’s room - something I am more familiar with. Maybe I should give her the benefit of the doubt and suppose there is a system to it and she knows exactly where everything is. But there isn’t, and she doesn’t.