Monday, March 17, 2008
Incurable Clutter Brain Suck and That Daughter
The Matron has written about this affliction, here.
In short, she suffers from Incurable Clutter Brain Suck. She cannot tolerate clutter
If in a pile of snow pants, Spider Man sunglasses, math notebooks, boots, ballet slippers, police matchbox cars, Game boys, Little House on the Prairie books and Dominos, the Matronly brain itself becomes such detritus. She is unable to focus. To move forward. To commandeer the crew, as it is.
And the Matron has mentioned that debris just flies off of Scarlett. Pig-Pen is not a cartoon character. No, he had transgender surgery and is now living in her house.
This is a shelf in the Matron's bedroom.
This is one in Scarlett's.
The aerial view, to appreciate density and depth.
Another peek? (know that the Matron relies on ancient series of yogic breaths just in order to post these)
IF the Matron cannot tolerate clutter, Scarlett cannot tolerate free surface space, it would appear. That Kleenex box sits upon 50 ponytail holders.
She can be home just under five minutes and this will appear on the floor.
As said before, the Matron and Scarlett have had some dark Freudian battles over this room. Trusting in the time-honored power of Total Deception, the Matron developed a habit of spending a few speedy minutes in Scarlett's room every single day in order to keep bugs, rodents and her own psychological dissolution at bay.
If she missed a day, it became difficult to open the door.
Last night, as costumes from Scarlett's Private Backyard Theater Company filled the entire floor and props filtered out into the hallway, the Matron could no stop herself: she picked stuff up -- while Scarlett was in the house.
And got caught.
Post-hysteria --and I mean this morning because this is a child who made a conscious decision to stop pooping at 3 and went 27 days (and then did it again) AND who once belly-crawled to the car in protest over life's ambulatory requirements --- so this morning we had some semblance of a conversation in which Scarlett stuck to her assertion that her room was just that, hers.
And the Matron held forth that certain standards of hygiene and decency must be enforced. She's willing to concede the clutter. To a point. She believes that a parent should be able to enter the room without being bitten by wildlife.
Scarlett firmly disagrees. In fact, she has declared the Matron to be persona non grata.
So. That Matron? She is backing off. Not because that's the right thing to do -- encouraging autonomy in her child, developing trust or anything that sane.
No, she's banking that one day Scarlett forgets and Total Deception can start all over again.