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What a Mess

15 messy room

I do not claim to be the most organized person. Far from it – although I do know where everything is. Dave is the same way and since we live in a small house, with very little storage and way too much “stuff” it gets cluttered quickly., no matter how hard I try to stay on top of it. I have been working hard this year, part of a resolution I made, to get rid of things. Whether I throw it away or give it away or file it away, I am trying…slowly….to get to it all. It is not dirty, just cluttered.

Sadly, Drew has inherited this “clutter gene” from us. Unfortunately it has gotten out of control for him. We tried the “its his room – let it be” route for awhile and just keep his door shut, but once it began creeping into other rooms, I had to stop it. Taking away privileges didn’t work. The mess doesn’t seem to bother him but it is overwhelming me so I bit the bullet and set out to work on his room yesterday. I know he’s old enough to do it himself but I just couldn’t wait for him to do it anymore.

First task, laundry. I am embarrassed to say we even let it get to this point. He leaves his folded laundry pile in the hall and just pulls from there for his clothing rotation. There was so much clothing on the floor of his room, I had no idea what was clean or dirty so I grabbed a few laundry baskets and got started. FIVE large loads of laundry later, we have this.

In those pile are FORTY-SIX tee-shirts!. Who knew he even had 46 tee shirts!! 13 sweatshirts, 17 pairs of boxer shorts 19 odd socks, pajama pants, long sleeve tees, shorts, long pants….Some of it doesn’t even fit him anymore. Those are going immediately into the give away pile. He has more dresser space than any of us but instead of clothing in those drawers, I found baseballs and hockey pucks.I couldn’t even count the number of baseballs, broken baseball bats and hockey sticks. His closet is so full of jerseys, there is barely enough room for his ONE dress shirt and blazer.

These piles don’t even show the thirteen towels. I had no idea I even had more than 13 towels!

Also found in his room, and I am horrified to admit this since I really try to enforce the “no eating upstairs rule” I found, a jar of peanut butter  –  in his bed, a can of reddi-whip under the bed, half empty bags of potato chips and pretzels, my missing salt shaker and so many empty water and soda bottles, I filled our recycling bin.

There were over 40 pens, pencils, sharpies and markers. Three pairs of scissors, seven screwdrivers, a hammer and a ruler.

I don’t write this to embarrass him. In fact, I thought a lot before posting it. He won’t read it, but I needed to write it as a reminder to myself just in case his room starts to get out of control again. His room is nowhere near done yet. I gave him the incentive that when we are able to do it, his room can be the first we repaint if he leaves it neat. I don’t know if he can or will do it but I can dream….



I promised I would not complain about New Jersey’s hot, humid summers after the horrible winter we experienced here.  I am not going to do it!  Dave and I debate all of the time which is tougher, the winter or summer and I always say it is the winter.  My body actually aches from the cold.   Now that it is summer and the humidity has arrived, I am starting to rethink it though and maybe…just maybe…Dave is onto something.  He always says that in the winter, you can keep piling on layers to warm up, but in the summer, there is only so much that you can take off and even then, you still sweat. I dread bundling up and the layers upon layers I have to put on in the winter, to go for a run or even just to go out to the car to drive to work are so cumbersome.  Summer is so much easier for that.

Drew isn’t handling the heat well though.  The last few days, he’s been coming home from camp and falling asleep for an hour.  Last night, he didn’t feel well at all and went to bed before eight o’clock without even eating dinner.  This morning, he sent me a text while I was at work and told me he was tired.  An odd text from him.  I couldn’t do anything about it from work, so Dave went and picked him up before lunch and said he fell asleep at 11:30.  I got home a few hours later and he was still asleep.  He slept for over three hours!  I was worried that he was getting sick.  Naps are so out of character for him.

Fortunately, that was all that he needed.  He woke up and CLEANED HIS ROOM before getting ready for his evening baseball game.  It was like a different kid emerged from his bedroom this afternoon.

I guess sometimes, a nap is all we need to rejuvenate  and regenerate ourselves.  Now… we just have to hope he can fall asleep tonight after that long nap!  Otherwise we are in for a long night!  Good think the air conditioners are working!