Destroying the House
Yesterday my husband and I decided enough was enough. We had to clean out the kids’ rooms. Through no fault of their own (or ours, I might add), they have too many toys. Relatives, hand-me-downs, old presents–you name it, it was impossible for them to keep their rooms clean due to having too much stuff.
One of the things I hate most is cleaning out the clothes. It’s not just a matter of taking out all the 3T clothes or the 12-month clothes. No, the manufacturers insist on marking the sizes wrong. My daughter wears anything from 12 months to 2T. My son wears 4T to size 6. It’s crazy. So last night we destroyed our hallway by putting everything in it and systematically went through all the clothes in my son’s room. It’s nice to have that kind of fashion power.
Me (holding up a shirt): He looks like a pimp wearing this.
Husband: I actually think he could get away with it.
Me: Over my dead body. :batman:
We left about 3 toys in his room, aside from books and coloring supplies–his cars, his Legos, and a ukelele. All little boys have ukeleles, don’t they?
Today we have to do the same for my daughter. Her room is actually worse because I was storing all the infant supplies in there (receiving blankets, bottles, infant towels, etc. etc.). I foresee a trip to the hardware store in the very near future to get more storage bins.
Right now we have around 32 full-sized bins in storage (0-3 months, 3-6 months, 6-9 months, you get the idea…AND we have separate bins for boy clothes and girl clothes…AND separate bins for winter and summer). Worse, we can’t throw it out yet because there’s a question yet of whether we will try for Baby #3 next fall.
Kind of scary, isn’t it?
On the writing front, remind me to NEVER attempt to recycle old writing.
Bad idea. I’ve had to toss out all the old stuff and my “revised proposal” is really a brand new one. Sigh. On the bright side, I can now send it out to lots of places because technically they’ve never read it. I need a new title. Somehow I don’t think My Wild Irish Rogue Redux will fly.
Anyway, if you don’t hear from me for a day or so, you’ll know that I’ve been eaten alive by onesies and infant toys. 










Olga Says:
Yes, cleaning up is tough! Take it from me - I had to clean up AND move! And lol on the conversation!
beth Says:
Spring cleaning seems to have struck early this year - I’m doing the same thing (well, minus the kids rooms and the toys - though come to think of it, I’m still debating if I should keep or sell my cabbage patch dolls). Good luck!
Danica Says:
Wow, sounds a lot like a project we need to work on-I started, but we had to move it all to the garage to get ready for Christmas. Oh, I am so not looking forward to it.
Rene Says:
Boy, that is a lot of work. I’ve done my daughter’s room once before Christmas. I’d like to move her upstairs but we don’t have a good fire escape plan. So she is still tight in her room. With my other two kids, I’d gotten rid of all my baby stuff because we were done after my daughter. When I got pregnant again, we had to buy new stuff. The only hand me downs I had started at 3T.
Kelly Says:
Good luck on the cleaning and the new proposal! I hate coming up with titles. If something doesn’t jump out at me from the start, I’m screwed. I’m desperately trying to come up with a title for Book 3 in the series I’m working on. The first two came easy, but this one is killing me. I’m tempted to just call it Book Three, Make Up Your Own Title.
Stacy Says:
September is my cleaning time…I figure I’m lucky to get it done before the new toys come out at Christmas time.
Hmmm, I guess I should get a ukelele:shimmy:
Mary Says:
You are so funny! Thanks I needed a good laugh.
Brian Says:
Shame on you for getting rid of the little man’s fashizzle. Moms will never understand a guy’s need to strut his stuff on da street.:batman:
Melissa Says:
I’ve had to do this with my daughter’s room a few times. Her dad spoils her rotten and is always bringing her stuff. Sigh…but guess who gets to clean the room? Give you one guess!
Sharon Says:
We do that cleaning out the kids room about once a year. It’s not pretty.