Imagine 2 sloppy 16yo boys sharing a small bedroom. It is so unbelievably bad. And every day when they come home I tell them to clean it up. They shove some things around, hide some others, and it looks reasonably neat. Then when they get ready for school in the morning they need something, rip the whole thing apart, and back to zero again. My one son is a runner and never gets rid of any shoes. So under his bed are at least 20 pairs of running shoes and spikes. Other son is a wrestler. When he comes home from practice his shirt is soaked. Thru and thru. It probably goes into his room too. Yuck. And then their friends come over. Bunches of them, girls too. And they all sit in the room right on all the clothes. And I lose it and once again tell them nobody can come over until they clean their room. Sometimes their friends all come over and help them clean it. And they all swear their rooms are even worst.
