Holy Crap!!!

This can't just be my pet peeve. 

Any flat surface in my house becomes a drop spot for everyone's crap.

I feel my blood pressure jump 20 points every time I see crap on my kitchen table... Let's talk about my kitchen table, it is 6ft long and flat. That's it. Nothing special, but apparently, it's perfect for holding all the crap nobody wants to put away!

Mostly coloring books and papers, we also leave glasses and everything else on it. Not to mention, every grown ass person who walks in my door... Has to put something on it. I can't believe how magnetic my table is. She's like a siren she just calls to everyone and their crap.

Nothing stops them from leaving their stuff lying around. They just drop it and go on their merry way to somewhere else. I have thought about shock collars for my family... Every time I see something on my table, just buzz them a little. (kind of like a retaining program for them)

They all think it's a joke. Some kind of funny... Because it hacks me off so much to see crap piled up everywhere. No matter how much I clean it's there! One of these days I will snap. Dump the table over. Then walk out...

I can't stand all of the clutter it makes me nervous. I was raised, that everything has a place and it should be in its place. So as I sit here writing... I look over my table, shaking my big ol melon, thinking Why do I even try anymore? 

There are cups, towels, a tablet, and a vocabulary list just laying on my flat table. Truly, there are better places for each one of these items... Yet, here they are! And here they will stay... Till I pick them up.

Sometimes I wonder just how much they will let pile up before they clean it off themselves... My crazy bad luck, it wouldn't happen till the table went through the floor. (or the legs gave out on the sucker) Either way, I don't want to fix or repair anything to find out. I just need to find a way to keep my table free of everyone's stuff.

One day, when all my kids are grown and gone... Maybe, I will have that clean table, but till then I will keep going crazy. Hopefully, I will stay out of the nut house, babbling about my cluttered table, and how nobody will pick up their stuff. (giggles)

*Side Note* If I do get put in a nut house... Please, tell them no tables in my room.