Well this weekend the evenings were cooler so I decided I would at least get started.
Did you ever have one job lead to about six others?
I went upstairs to the girls room to assess the situation. After I sat down and caught my breath I decided a deep clean was necessary.
I emptied the closet. There wasn’t anything actually hanging in the closet but there were quite a few items on the floor. Then I emptied the drawers. Then I folded everything, put the summer stuff away and folded and hung the heavier clothes. So I looked around and decided to pack up a few things. This is in preparation of the construction we will be undergoing in a few months. More on that later. So I pack up all the bits and pieces for storage and then I decide to pull out all the furniture and vaccum. This is where I nearly decided it would be easier to move.
Under the beds. Oh my heavens. Have you looked under your children’s beds lately? Is it just my children? There was a lot of garbage and, I guess, the kind of stuff you would expect. Amelia Earhart was a surprise (just kidding). It just took forever to sort through all of the little, teeny things. Once the room was thoroughly de-cluttered and cleaned I turned my eyes toward the boy’s room.
It took less than half the time.
No little, teeny things.
Around here Boy’s mess tends to settle around the hamper (never in it) and be of the bats, balls, guitars and trucks lying around variety. Easy to pick up. Easy to put away. Clothes are crammed in drawers that don’t quite clothes but they aren’t all over. Straightening up two dressers took very little time, jeans and polo shirts are easy to fold.
Girls messes, in this house, tend to be 60,000,000 hair thingies, string, bits of paper (from cutting paper dolls), scraps of fabric (from making doll clothes), dolly clothes, Barbie clothes and shoes (ruinous to the vaccum) and a million other beads and baubles and things that girlie girls can’t live without.
It turned into about a six hour long project during which, Dave and his mother shuttled around to soccer, baseball and parks to keep everyone on time and occupied (thank you!).
Now I find myself going upstairs just to see how nice everything looks and watch over everyone to make sure they don’t so much as drop an electron in the wrong place. Woe to the first child to drop a sock.
Now I have to go deal with all the laundry that comes with the seasonal clothing switch. Having gone through all this do you think the weather would cooperate and cool off? No, I don’t have that kind of life. We are facing a 76 degree day with our drawers full of sweaters and cords.