Friday, December 28, 2012
Okay, so if I said I wanted to get some cleaning done this weekend...mission accomplished. Unfortunately, the cleaning was about 90% in DD2's room. She is cursed with the family's pack rat gene that passed me over in a big way. She does the majority of it, I just stay there and direct/help keep her focused.
I literally take a broom handle, sweep it under her bed and dresser to get all the stuff out and then we attempt to discern if it is worth keeping, should be donated, or goes in the trash. I strongly lean toward the latter 2 options. She fights me on it sometimes, but eventually she can reason that the poster she made for a project 6 months ago that has been "stored" under her bed may not be worth keeping. We do this every few months and have these same conversations every time. It cracks me up that EVERYTHING is so important to her. When she was just a year or 2 younger, she somehow picked up the phrase "This is special to me." I had to explain that if everything is special to her, that essentially nothing is. She is by far my most entertaining child.
Anyway, I remarked to DH that if I spent the amount of time on our own room that I spent on hers, our room would probably be immaculate. I think tomorrow I'll spend a half an hour tidying up my room and then keep on working on the house on and off throughout the day. We have some friends coming over Sunday after church for lunch. That helps me stay motivated to get things done, plus they have 4 kids 7 and under, so I have to watch for choking hazards. My kids are past that stage and I forget that all those small parts have to be put out of reach of curious little hands.