Straightening up, she put one hand on her lower back, groaning softly.
She shouldn’t have overdone it, but the result was so satisfactory. Three hours was all it had taken and she could smile now.
The door slammed. Footsteps pounded up the stairs. She turned, smiling, just as Vijay walked in the door and stopped, open-mouthed. Her smile froze when she saw his eyes widen in horror.
“Mom what have you done?!”
“Just cleaned your room, young man. You could say ‘Thank you’,” she reproached.
“Great! I’ll never find anything now! I have a system, mom! It’s called organized chaos!”
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For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’ve taken up the theme of
An Oxymoron rendered in micro-fiction.
Each day’s title will have one half of the oxymoron while the second half will be revealed towards the end of the post.
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Haha. Now why does this seem so familiar !
Lol 😀 story of my life. I usually keep my room clean but sometimes, I liked the organised chaos 😉
That’s me and my mom and now the kids and I!! History repeating itself through generations.
Too hilarious! I’ve experienced the boy’s side before, and my reaction was quite similar. I ended up not finding anything that I wanted. Since then, I haven’t allowed anyone to clean up the organised chaos in my cupboard. 😛
Gah! Ive come back to that “organized” room so many times. And within 10 minutes turned it back into an “organized mess”. No wonder my mom thought she was raising a monster 😉
If the chaos is organized then why disturb it? Both my husband and son makes a mess here but it is my turn to find stuff from that chaos. I like this story, Shailaja. Many can relate to it. 🙂
Hahaha…this so resonated with me…I somehow can find my way out of chaos but never in something orderly!
Sigh, this guy could so have been my husband :/
Haha! That’s a conversation between me and my husband. No, I am the kiddo 😛
Haha! Story of every teenage boy, I feel!
Cheers
Familiar scene with moms and teenagers. I wonder if we moms will ever let them be. I try, but for me organised is just more important than chaos. Hopefully for them too some day!
I’m afraid that a lot of people have the same non-systematic system 😛
Love this. Reminds me of my young days when my mom would tidy up – never could find anything after that.
Hahhahahaha I tell my husband the same thing. I prefer my organized chaos 😂😂😂
I wonder how this organized chaos scheme works perfectly for some.
Been there! done that as a child and teenager,.. and even now! Organised chaos is real and should be left well alone.
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I was just like your Roomi Jaish
That’s what my daughter tells me!
Lucky kid to have his mother clean up after him! 🙂 I’m all too familiar with the ‘organized chaos’ state.
Yup. This is me. Or was me. Is me. Yup, is me.
Ha ha ha!!! Reminded me of my battles with my mom over this 😉
I think it’s safe to say all our lives are this right now 😉
Are you sure it doesn’t still happen? 😉
Ah so you’re the culprit here!
That’s an excuse my hubby and I still use sometimes. LOL
Yup… sounds very familiar… from two decades ago :/
Ha ha! I love that oxymoron. My life currently seems to be organized chaos right now.
I can see my son in this child. Yes, they have a system in a chaos which is something I can’t comprehend.
The eye roll is something they are born with, I believe! Man! So frustrating as a parent.
See? That’s how you should react to moms 😉
Thank you, Nadia! Are you doing the A to Z too this year? Just stopped by your blog. It’s quite lovely.
He he, so it’s both terms covered in a single room then 😀
I think pretty much every mom can relate to this one 😉 It’s the bane of parenting, I tell you! And yes, WHY do socks disappear over the holidays? Mysteries of life!
Absolutely related to this one, especially today! I am so in the same mood as this mom after D told me this morning that she “doesn’t have any socks” to wear to school. After 2 WEEKS of school holidays :P.
When i was in hostel my room was like your oxymorons – my roommate was fastidious and her side was super organized and mine was absolute chaos…
I am really enjoying the oxymoron twist to your flash fiction stories! Very creatively written!
Oh I remember when my parents would attempt to ‘clean’ my room….worst thing ever. There is always a system!
I can relate. Mom does that here too, and I sometimes don’t know where my books end up. 😀 Neither does she.
But she’s a sweetheart, so can’t be mad at her. 😉
I can almost see my 12 year old rolling her eyes saying just that!