Now, I have two kids. However, right now my 18 year old sister is bunking (literally on the top bunk) with Nevaeh. I am NOT entering that room. It's gross. She will probably, maybe, possibly be moving in with a friend in the very near future so I can wait. If that doesn't happen then I'll put on a gas mask, some rubber gloves, my lab coat and a hat and head in.
For now I worked on Kelen's room.
Before: Dusty and cluttered.
Cluttered top of the dresser.
This looks familiar.
At least they're ON the toy box.
To be perfectly honest, at first I wanted to cry. I think however, that is primarily hormones and the fact that I was in such a rush. Dinner was in the oven and I only had 30 minutes to feed the kids, get this done and leave for Nevaeh's karate class. Ugh.
I got to work and we mostly finished before it was time to leave. And yes, I had Kelen helping me the entire time. We took out a lot of trash. Wrappers, no longer glowing glow-in-the-dark crapola, papers, papers and more papers. He did all of the dusting and together we decided what was staying and what was heading to the donate pile. :)
Much better. Now it is stuff he wants displayed.
Only things in here are big stuff. Nerf guns, car tracks etc...
This looks nice. :)
Can you tell I let the 10 year old put the labels on? The fact that he actually wanted to was more than enough reason.
All in all we ended up with 11 different boxes.
-rubber bands (its really bracelets, those stretchy band things but he said there was NO WAY I was allowed to label it that way)
I think this was pretty successful and I really hope we can keep it looking this nice.