Of course, things never go as they are supposed to. Hubby leaves for work, the kids leave for school, and there is clutter left everywhere that I refuse to put in its proper place because it's not my clutter. It does, however, make it very difficult to do my regular house cleaning with crap laying all around.
So, I had to come up with a solution. I thought about putting it all in a basket, and having people go through it, but I knew my family: I knew we'd just end up with a random basket full of shit that no one wanted to go through. Then a light bulb came on:
Pile everything onto the foot of the stairs, and that way, people could just pick up their stuff on the way to their rooms and put it all away. It gets it out of my way so I can clean, but I'm not actually putting it away, leaving that the responsibility of its owner.
Great plan, right?
This is what happens in my house when you pile crap onto the stairs -->
I cleaned on Monday. It is now Wednesday. The stairs have looked like this for 2 days.
Which is why I now call them The Stairs of Death.
Shoes randomly fall.
Cats decide to lay on the clothes, causing the pile to fall over into the walkway.
Family members pile more crap on top without putting away the stuff underneath. Why? Because apparently there's a game in my house that everyone plays called Let's Just Add to the Problem Instead of Being Part of the Solution. Or maybe the game is called How Much Shit Can We Pile on Top of Other Shit Until the Pile of Shit Falls? It's like Jenga, I think.
It honestly baffles me. It seriously makes me scratch my head, wondering WTF? My kids run up and downthe stairs about 5,427 times a day. They come downstairs only to forget why they were coming downstairs, and turn around and go right back up them... leaving their crap on the stairs behind them.
We already have a crazy house. The puppy chases cats. Cats chase cats. Kids chase the puppy. Kids chase kids. Up stairs. Down stairs. It sucks having a monster made of shoes, clothes, toys and goodness knows what else, growing bigger by the day on the stairs, reaching out to grab you as you simply try to head to your bedroom.
And yes, my stubbornness has me refusing to pick the stuff up and put it in the appropriate places. I'm not my family's maid. Do I understand how much of a hazard it is, having it overtake the stairs? Yes, I do. Does it worry me? Yes, it does.
So, I nag. I remind people every single time they go up the stairs to grab something and take it with them.
I've become the troll that lives under the stairs... or, right next to them, I guess... giving people their price for heading upstairs: Take 1 pair of shoes and a shirt, or you don't get to cross.
I just don't get it. I don't understand what's so hard about grabbing something of theirs, that goes in their room, while they are walking to their rooms.
This continuously gives me a WTF moment of my week.