Farm-Boys Do Not Clean a Bedroom

Go ahead and tell the Wife all you want to about making boys clean their own bedrooms...it's nothing she hasn't told herself....however, the Farm-Boy Trio's bedroom was so BAD there was just no way she was going to ask for, require, or wanted their help. The bedroom needed an adult size heart of a prison guard, the adult size muscles, and a mother's love.
Just to give you a little taste of what the Wife has found in the Farm-Boys' bedroom in the past, here's the ugly side:

• a dead vole in a jar under a bed-pillow (which the Wife was told, it's not dead, it's just sleeping)
• molded chimichangas stuffed under the bed (when did we last eat chimichanga's???)
• hardened banana peels in the closet
• underwear worn by a boy who didn't make it to the bathroom soon enough...under the pile of clean clothes.
• dead worms (they assured the Wife they were dead and dried when they came into the room, it was a scientific discovery)

this is just a few...the ones that made it onto the short list....

What kind of mother are you? A mother who has happy healthy children, who had a disgusting bedroom.

So now the Wife gave the Farm-Boy Trio the choice, "You may go outside and play with your goats, or work next to me cleaning your disgusting bedroom."
The choice was unanimous to go outside.  And for the entire four hours that it took the Wife to clean the bedroom spotlessly wonderful, the Farm-Boy Trio played outside with their goats.  The goats loved the attention, the Wife loved the solace of peace while cleaning, and the Farm-Boy Trio loves the clean bedroom.  No disgusting discoveries were made during the cleaning this time...and once again the Wife is on the war path that the bedroom should NEVER look like that again!