Yesterday I began the back to school prep work.
I started by cleaning Elaine's room. I think my children might need to be sent in for an episode of Hoarders. For real. She has a small room that daughter of mine. And you had a clear path to the bed. But every surface or drawer or basket was filled with stuff. I'm using the term 'stuff' very loosely.
Scraps of paper with very important scribbles on them. McDonalds' toys that were her "favorite". Open pens, lip balms, necklaces, rings - you name it, it was there. We filled 1 1/2 garbage bags worth of too small clothes to donate. 1 garbage bag full of trash. And 1 laundry basket filled to brim with stuff that belongs in other rooms of the house.
"Why do you let me buy so much junk," she asked?
I think I laughed like a mad woman at that point.
Cleaning out her room totally inspired her though. She was my helper for the rest of the day. Groceries, no problem. She gladly put them away. Pantry, cleaned out. Counters in kitchen? Cleaned off.
Today we move onto Warren's room. I'll likely be buried in there under the mounds of things he collects in addition to the gazillion Legos that need to be sorted out. To be honest, I'm kind of scared. The last time I checked out his closet I found a piece of a pinata from a birthday party he went to. Why? WHY? Oh, and the tags off of new clothes? Those never make it in the trash for him, they just sit on his desk.
I'd better brew an entire pot of coffee.
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