Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

Big kid couldn't believe it as we joined forces to muck out lil brother's room (while he blithely played in the back yard as we threw away his "treasures"): I didn't even holler or yell or shriek or cuss-NOT ONCE. "Mom, I can't believe you're not saying anything about all this mess! I mean aren't you gonna lecture him or fuss at him-not even a lil bit???" And I can see him getting all worked up over the injustice of lil brother missing out on an epic tongue lashing. But all I can do is nonchalantly shrug in response. And big kid, who is holding a giant black garbage bag that is already filled to the top (we filled 3 bags for give-away & trash, btw), is looking at me in open mouthed disbelief... Yes, I have lost my mind. I can no longer even rouse the energy to get mad that lil brother can stuff 2/3 of the contents of his closet and drawers under his bed. Really....it's kinda impressive the stuff that can be found there (almost makes me believe in the boogie man under the bed)... I just don't have it in me anymore. I'm just not willing to sweat profusely as I grind and gnash my teeth and shriek like a banshee (i.e. crazy @ss b*tch) going to war. Cause this I know: give it a couple of months-and we'll be right back at it again... hauling out 3 more bags of #$@! from under the bed... It will NEVER end.

So my advice to big kid is this: let sleeping dogs lie...and leave worn out mamas alone. Lord, have mercy, ya'll...