Maybe twice a year I spend a couple hours "organizing" in the kid's bedrooms. I do spend 5 min. or so in there each day (with them) just trying to maintain it, but inevitably their rooms become over-run with trinkets and junk and papers and stuff, and eventually I can't even safely manuever the vacuum cleaner in their rooms and I just have to set aside time to do spring cleaning.
Today was that day. And it sucked big time.
There is just no way to accomplish a basic room cleaning without ending our day with everyone in tears. Neither of them is capable of dealing with it independently. Its much too overwhelming. If I give them control and just "assist" then nothing much really gets done because goodness knows we can't throw *anything* away (not even the cardboard *packaging* from the toys they got at Christmas!!!) and most of the time they don't even want things moved around, they don't want old toys to be consolidated or packed up to make room for newer ones. The just don't want things tampered with period, and the process becomes gruelling. On the other hand, if I tackle the job alone (even with permission) they walk in after I'm finished and burst into sobs and tears because its "different." My younger son especially, becomes undone when there are even small changes around the house.
I dunno. I'm just worn out and frustrated. Its done, the rooms are cleaner and saner. I know from experience that once they get used to things, they will rediscover the toys and games I've unearthed and organized in a constructive way, and they will be happy.... but right now, nobody is happy, and its been a gruelling day. Can anyone relate?
Today was that day. And it sucked big time.
There is just no way to accomplish a basic room cleaning without ending our day with everyone in tears. Neither of them is capable of dealing with it independently. Its much too overwhelming. If I give them control and just "assist" then nothing much really gets done because goodness knows we can't throw *anything* away (not even the cardboard *packaging* from the toys they got at Christmas!!!) and most of the time they don't even want things moved around, they don't want old toys to be consolidated or packed up to make room for newer ones. The just don't want things tampered with period, and the process becomes gruelling. On the other hand, if I tackle the job alone (even with permission) they walk in after I'm finished and burst into sobs and tears because its "different." My younger son especially, becomes undone when there are even small changes around the house.
I dunno. I'm just worn out and frustrated. Its done, the rooms are cleaner and saner. I know from experience that once they get used to things, they will rediscover the toys and games I've unearthed and organized in a constructive way, and they will be happy.... but right now, nobody is happy, and its been a gruelling day. Can anyone relate?







) we're going to move everything from the master bedroom out and turn it into the kids' room... then make the smaller bedroom into an office, and have our bed (futon), bassinet / car bed, and changing table in the living room.
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: wont be doing that for awhile!
) His solution was to buy me 4 plastic totes at Target, whatever fits in them, I can keep. When they are full, I have to throw something out if I want to add something. Maybe this would work in your house. Though I find myself, deciding it is craft time when I can't fit any more into my totes. I guess the good thing is my kids don't seem to notice when art goes missing. Usually goes from display, to hiding on the top shelf of my closet. If no one asks for it and it is not something I am going to save for their scrapbooks, after a few weeks I get rid of it. junk toys, I just gather up as I see them left lying around and throw them all in a box high on a shelf in my utility room. No one has ever asked for them and they will all go to goodwill or yard sale someday.
Uh huh! Been there, done that! And I thought I had it all figured out, too. Her birthday is a few days before Christmas, so every December we do "out with old to make room for the new." She liked the idea of giving things to people who do not have as much as we do. Then she turned seven. . .
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Seriously, though she had a *much* harder time this past year. Crying and crying. She finally picked *one* toy, this ancient stuffed, threadbare frog she *never* played with! I had it in a bag to go to SA, and a few days later she was crying and crying and asking for it back. I told her it was in the car and I'd get it later. Well, a few months later I figured she'd forgotten about it, so I dropped it off. That *same* day
she asked for it again! I still haven't told her the poor froggie's fate!