My poor son. His room is a disaster. The way I see it, there are several causative agents and they will be addressed today!
a) he has a hard time letting go of things. This means I need to go with him piece by piece through his possessions and help him evaluate what can go and what means enough to keep.
b) lots of stuff and not enough storage. Once we evaluate what stays we will decide what storage he needs.
c) his clothes closet is a small walk-in and the floor is so strewn he can barely get in. Time to clean up.
d) the shelves are too high and he has a hard time getting to them to hang things back up again.
e) he has no place to keep worn clothes he will wear again. It's time to get a peg rack and let him hang his stuff.
f) a hamper for dirty clothes. We have a chute just a few steps between his and his sister's room but for some reason my kids and their dad find it nigh impossible to utilize.
g) due all these problems he has trouble maintaining a habit of tidying up effectively ever day. Hopefully this will be remedied once we are done fixing his room today.
Unfortunately the kids went to bed late last night and then Bear woke me up at 3 AM crying that he couldn't sleep. So I tucked him into my bed to sleep alongside his dad while I went to sleep in his bed. Sounds awful, huh? Not really. His twin bed without headboard and very firm mattress reminds me of the bed of my childhood. So I sleep really well on it. I got up at eight (yes, I did sleep in too) because Archie needed to go potty. Besides, I so love my quiet mornings. Yes, at nine am everyone is still being a slug while I am itching to get at my son's room and start. I will take before and after pictures to document the proceedings.
