Nothing can bring me back to my childhood quicker than the phrase “clean your room.” As children, cleaning our rooms is just about the worst thing our parents can ask us to do, save brushing our teeth or taking a bath. Why do children hate to do these things? Is it simply because these tasks are not fun? Maybe, or perhaps it truly is a rare and pure form of torture that only children are aware of, the pain of which is numbed with time. I still hate cleaning. But now, I also enjoy the benefits of walking barefoot around my house without getting little bits of shit stuck to them. And I have cats. When I vacuum, I enter into a Zen-like trance and I transcend my conscious reality. Especially when I chase the cats around with the vacuum cleaner. My point is that cleaning your room will most likely never be all that fun. Like an irritating family member, cleaning must be entertained frequently enough to keep up appearances. That doesn’t mean we have to enjoy it. But we should try. If you choose to continue reading this article, I think you will find the advice helpful and perhaps a little humorous. Especially the part about your mom.