I think traveling into the black abyss of my teenager's room has a few similarities to a trip to Walmart.
I am immediately overwhelmed walking through the door.
I blindly wander around wondering where to start.
I always find pizza.
I only go when I run out of everything (dishes, clothes, socks, cups)
There is an amazing collection of chips.
I go in looking for one thing and stumble back out with lots of things I don't need or ever wanted.
There are quite a few times I stop and say, "What is that!?!"
I have to wade through a lot of crap looking for what I want.
"What is that smell?"
Looking for what I want involves reaching into some dark corner scared of what is going to touch my hand.
I go in looking for a T-shirt and come out with a laundry basket of clothes, a bag of chips, a complete set of dishes and no idea how that happened.
I always start both trips smiling and in a good mood, the journey ends with me cursing under my breath.
And of course after a trip to both, I always say, "Nothing surprises me anymore."