1. Admit your poor choice 2. Do not blame others 3. Say you are sorry…
Cesspool of Hell
Thank God, I love these boys…cause if I didn’t……
Today, my ambition was a little more than I had anticipated. We have 4 bedrooms in our home. Our oldest has her room, the 2 other girls share a room and the 3 boys share a room. A few days ago, I had the boys remove EVERYTHING in their room, except their beds.
We washed all bedding. Fluffed all their pillows. Threw their stuffed animals in the dryer with a dryer sheet, just to get the NASTY smell of boy sweat out of that room.
It was DISGUSTING.
Pam came over and cleaned their carpet. At one point, she had to take apart the carpet cleaner to pull out all the hair and nasty from it because it stopped sucking up the dirty water. I looked over when she had put it back together and watched black water being sucked up. The smell was atrocious. So bad, that I had to open the window to let in some fresh air.
While she was doing that, I was washing ALL their clothes.
My boys smell. They smell. They. Smell.
I went through all their
crap toys and I collected 2 bags of garbage (bear in mind their room is not very big…it fits a set of twin size bunk beds and a loft bed. There is no more floor space for anything else. The little boys have sterilite containers that I put their underwear and socks in. I have their shirts and pants hanging upstairs in my closet. Boo has one of those 3 cubbie things that has 3 cubes in it for his socks and underwear. His clothes hang in the super small closet in their room.
I keep their toys in 20 gallon sterilite containers and they are kept, in what is supposed to be, a coat closet in the front hall. That is also where I keep all the games and a bookcase for our many many books. There is no room for coats in that coat closet.
Hey, I do what I can and I make use of every single nook and cranny in my house.
I am still not done, though I have been working so hard. The boys do help, but I like to get it done quickly and they tend to find “lost stuff” and start to play.
I had the big girls organize the games for me, so that was a load off. Peach does the laundry and she has worked diligently for 3 days washing all their stuff. Bug does what I ask, when she is home…but mostly it is me just organizing, repairing, throwing away, finding, rehoming everything in that room.
I may take a picture of what is still occupying my dining room and foyer…I should have taken a before picture so you could see the progress that is being done.
If I don’t blog tomorrow…send in the army.