Gah. My daughter’s room is a perpetual thorn in my side. It baffles me. I mean, I’m not the cleanest person and my kitchen counter is constantly hidden by mounds of paper… but I’m not that messy either. I don’t know who taught her room-keeping skills, but I would like a full refund.
Ironically, one of the things I found while cleaning was her school journal where I happened to flip to an entry where she says “My mom maks me klean my room. She showts. I laf.” Translation for those of you not on the uppity-up with 7 year-old writing, “My mom makes me clean my room. She shouts. I laugh.”. Lovely, eh??
Here’s where we started this morning…
Girl has too much stuff.
About 2 years ago I took all the toyss out of both kids’ bedrooms and put them in the basement playroom. Somehow, her things have slowly (or maybe quickly) made their way back up.
I went in today thinking I’d put some clothes away and didn’t emerge for 4 hours. But we made some progress.
We moved some furniture around and took the closet doors off. I’m not completely sold on it, but we are going to live with it for a few weeks and see how we feel about it. I’d love to move her bed somewhere else, but can’t figure out where! I so need some decorating help!
Once we decide exactly where the furniture is staying, then we can start decorating! Yippee, woohoo!
And I let her have my cookbook stand for her coveted Michael Jackson book. Ironic since today is his birthday and we spent A LOT of time setting this up.
She even made her bed today and tucked in her precious Leonard.
The worst part that I will tackle another day?? The purses. Oh my goodness, the purses. This I admit, she does come by naturally. Purses are a wonderful thing. But so are hooks and we need to get some more in this room. This is the first thing you see when you walk in her door.