The day of reckoning for dear daughter's room happened this past weekend. She went away for the weekend to spend time with Grandma (Painter). This left me free to attack her room without the bothersome "need somewhere to sleep" issue.
At the end of the weekend, I had collected 4 bags of trash, washed 5 loads of laundry (Yes, all from her room), folded sorted, organized, vacuumed and arranged her room. It looks pretty cute! I was so excited for her to come home and see it.
She walked in and said, "Oh! You DID clean my room. Grandma said you might." A while later, she exclaimed, "You put down my pink rug!!"
Mission accomplished.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Enough already...
There comes a point when I just get plain ole "fed up". We have lived in this little duplex since the middle of May. I don't think I have seen the floor of the boys room since before we started moving boxes in. And tonight, I will not even talk about my daughter's room. I realize I am cramming 3 growing boys into one room but seriously, how can they stand to live in a room where you can't see the floor and have to maneuver around like some sort of ancient labyrinth full of dangers like tiny Lego pieces with their bumpy, pointy parts aimed directly at every toe or heel or the pile of blankets laying low like the foothills of some mountain range. I spent a day creating clever little labels of glittery embossing and adhering them to every box shaped container I could find. This did not inspire one lick of enthusiasm for using said containers. Instead, the boys filled their beds with blankets, stuffed animals and piles of clothing that I was pretty sure I had handed out the parental edict to "Sort the pile, put the pile away and for crying out loud, put the dirty stuff in the hamper". I tried to create a cute room that boys would love to spend time in. I painted two walls metallic silver and painted portholes on little canvases complete with sea creatures of their choice appearing in the portholes. I hung them to their individual specifications and encouraged them to think of their room like a submarine on a deep sea exploration. Still, no enthusiastic "Hey, lets keep this place tidy. Wouldn't that help us to find our favorite things? And those boxes Mom made are great...we should definitely use them!"
Three beds fit in that room when two are stacked as bunk beds. #1 son had this great loft with a huge desk and shelf under neath it. One problem, he didn't like to sleep in it. Instead, he continued to sleep on the couch.
I reached my point of "Enough already" and decided things just were not going to work without drastic intervention. I sold the loft because #1 son admitted he didn't like sleeping up that high. I bought a day bed instead. I hadn't intended to buy the daybed but the one I wanted to buy was sold out and I was going to get a bed for that child come hell or high water and it was going to happen NOW! I even found cute matching but not identical comforters for each boy on sale at Target.
In order to get that bed to fit in the room, I tore the whole room apart. Actually, I rearranged every piece of furniture, some got moved a couple of times. The pieces were in place, shelves were hung up by each boy's bed for his special treasures. Comforters placed on each bed. And at last, boy #1 has slept in his own bed for 2 out of 3 nights. Tonight, he fell asleep on the couch and I got him up and sent him to his bed.
I own the living room again. The boys absolutely love their room. It is not completely finished. There are some stacks of containers to empty into the bins I bought for the cubicle bookcase. I have two more shelves to put up but the room feels bigger and more airy. And they have room to play. I'm not quite so scared to walk in there.
The "fed up" moment is coming for darling daughter. If only my schedule would permit me the luxury of a day to overhaul it. However, October is shaping up to be a very busy month with various events and Master's coursework and papers to complete. I just try not to look in her room as I walk down the hall. If I look, I will want to run in and organize it. She needs some ownership and responsibility for her room but I think she is feeling overwhelmed and doesn't know where to start. The day is coming when we will just go in, drinks and snacks in hand and not come out until it is tidy, organized and looking like a cute girl's bedroom.
Three beds fit in that room when two are stacked as bunk beds. #1 son had this great loft with a huge desk and shelf under neath it. One problem, he didn't like to sleep in it. Instead, he continued to sleep on the couch.
I reached my point of "Enough already" and decided things just were not going to work without drastic intervention. I sold the loft because #1 son admitted he didn't like sleeping up that high. I bought a day bed instead. I hadn't intended to buy the daybed but the one I wanted to buy was sold out and I was going to get a bed for that child come hell or high water and it was going to happen NOW! I even found cute matching but not identical comforters for each boy on sale at Target.
In order to get that bed to fit in the room, I tore the whole room apart. Actually, I rearranged every piece of furniture, some got moved a couple of times. The pieces were in place, shelves were hung up by each boy's bed for his special treasures. Comforters placed on each bed. And at last, boy #1 has slept in his own bed for 2 out of 3 nights. Tonight, he fell asleep on the couch and I got him up and sent him to his bed.
I own the living room again. The boys absolutely love their room. It is not completely finished. There are some stacks of containers to empty into the bins I bought for the cubicle bookcase. I have two more shelves to put up but the room feels bigger and more airy. And they have room to play. I'm not quite so scared to walk in there.
The "fed up" moment is coming for darling daughter. If only my schedule would permit me the luxury of a day to overhaul it. However, October is shaping up to be a very busy month with various events and Master's coursework and papers to complete. I just try not to look in her room as I walk down the hall. If I look, I will want to run in and organize it. She needs some ownership and responsibility for her room but I think she is feeling overwhelmed and doesn't know where to start. The day is coming when we will just go in, drinks and snacks in hand and not come out until it is tidy, organized and looking like a cute girl's bedroom.
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