Apparently Zebu and Wildebeest’s limit
for filth is one inch.
As in that’s how deep the dust was in their rooms
before they cleaned today.
And it seems that’s about as disgusting as they want to go.
Is it totally pathetic I’m celebrating the fact
my teen-aged sons have a Filth Limit?
Tracy Abell 
a filth limit is something to celebrate!
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How did I know you’d appreciate this?
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I think it’s pretty great that they’re cleaning because they want clean rooms, not because their parents made them. 😉
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Oops. I didn’t intend to mislead you. I told the boys they needed to clean their rooms because the dust factor was so high. Neither was thrilled to do it but then after the fact remarked on how gross and dusty and nasty, etc it was.
So I’m celebrating their epiphanies because I gotta take whatever I can get.
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LOL. I did misunderstand, probably revealing my naive non-parental status. 🙂 Of course with teenage boys + cleaning epiphanies, one must take what one can get!
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There are probably teens out there who clean their rooms without being told; I just don’t have the good fortune of living with them. HA
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I’d celebrate, too. We’ve yet to discover Tornado Boy’s limit. I finally resorted to threats: all the presents under the tree will disappear unless you clear space in your room. He did it, but he did a crap job.
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I keep thinking back to my teen years and I know my room was a mess, too, but I don’t remember layers of dust. But maybe I just don’t remember…
Crap job slightly beats the original mess, right? Right.
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I have two brothers. And I’d say your instinct to celebrate is right on target!
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HA! I have two brothers, too. I also have two sisters and the three of us don’t have the strongest Clean Gene, either.
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I don’t need to *remember* layers of dust. Wait, should I be admitting that on a public blog?
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Okay, I confess: I’ve got dust, too. Just not quite as much as Wildebeest and Zebu.
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