Restoring Order
Here's something I know about kids and their rooms: when they have too much stuff they get overwhelmed. You can't say, "Go clean your room" because they look at everything, despair and just kick some of it under the bed or into the closet. Sometimes stronger measures are required.
I am pretty good about the new in/old out rule. But kid stuff has the ability to mutate, clone, multiply and divide in ways that baffle the most brilliant scientists and mathematicians. Talk about your chaos theory.
The first phase of bulldozing The Child's room has been completed. (And me with my camera battery charging...I so wish I could show you before, during and after pictures!) The results are as follows:
1 grocery bag full of recycling
1/2 load of dishes
1 overstuffed laundry basket
1 grocery bag of garbage
1 grocery bag of give away stuff
Her bed is still heaped with stuff to go through...books and CDs and art supplies.
Her chair is similarly heaped.
As soon as JP gets here with the wine we're going to start flinging things at the neighbors.
Oh. And her shoes and coat that she couldn't find this morning. In her room. Where I told her they had to be. Just thought I'd mention that to someone who isn't going to roll her eyes and say, "Mommmmmmm!" with exsasperation.
I am pretty good about the new in/old out rule. But kid stuff has the ability to mutate, clone, multiply and divide in ways that baffle the most brilliant scientists and mathematicians. Talk about your chaos theory.
The first phase of bulldozing The Child's room has been completed. (And me with my camera battery charging...I so wish I could show you before, during and after pictures!) The results are as follows:
1 grocery bag full of recycling
1/2 load of dishes
1 overstuffed laundry basket
1 grocery bag of garbage
1 grocery bag of give away stuff
Her bed is still heaped with stuff to go through...books and CDs and art supplies.
Her chair is similarly heaped.
As soon as JP gets here with the wine we're going to start flinging things at the neighbors.
Oh. And her shoes and coat that she couldn't find this morning. In her room. Where I told her they had to be. Just thought I'd mention that to someone who isn't going to roll her eyes and say, "Mommmmmmm!" with exsasperation.
cobbled together by Moi at 12:34 PM
9 Comments:
Yes, but not THE neighbor, because we like her.
I was going to make a joke about going to the other Washington with the stuff and the catapult, but decided against it on account of even making jokes about that can land one in jail.
You did not happen across the office phone handset while in there did you?
No sign of it yet, dear, but there's still hope. I haven't even been under her bed yet. (Shudder).
Okay. The thought of half a load of dishes has me feeling a little ill.
It was mostly glassware, LA. Still.
This sounds oddly familiar..I really try my best to keep them from taking dishes past the dining room.
Yeah, me too. Funny how it gets in there anyway...
Oh, and JP, of course not THE neighbor. But there are some people a block over....
Thank you for not catapulting stuff at me. Although in the mass chaos otherwise known as the inside of my house I probably wouldn't notice.
And kudos to you my dearest Nayb for use of the word "trebuchet" which I think is just a really cool word and which I would love to use in a song so I could rhyme it with cachet, another really cool word.
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