I decided to follow up yesterday's excitement with physical labor. The Girl has outgrown her Barbies and doll house and needed to clean out/clean up her room. She also had a loft bed which she had decided was totally uncool. So we set out on Adventure Room Renovation.
When my children get college and see their dorm rooms, they will probably say, "Man! This place is HUGE!!" Their bedrooms are pint-size to say the least. They have just enough room for a bed and a desk. The Girl's room is particularly puzzling because although it is very small it has TWO closets. I had been telling her that if she put the end of her bed inside one closet it would be like a little cove and open up her bedroom. I'd love to one day, get her a Murphy bed, and then she can tuck it away whenever she wants, but budgets and whatnot.
We started at 8:30 this morning and took every single thing she owned OUT of her room, and much to the Husband's dismay, put it in the living room. It was a wreck. We sort and tossed, sorted and tossed, and I tried not to freak out when she put away things that she'd had since she was very small. "Keep the memories, lose the stuff." I told myself from time to time. It helps that we are passing along the dollhouse and toys to a friend and her little girls.
My Dad and his side-kick came over, and set to work making her bed normal-sized, instead of loft. It took maybe ten minutes, and they were gone. So now, the Girl's bed is tucked into her closet and she's gained a good 3 feet of space which may not seem like much, but she did use the word "giant" when describing the room.
Tomorrow is a super EXCITING day. I've been waiting for it's arrival for well over a year. I will let you know all about that tomorrow -- but I can give you a hint -- it rhymes with Smamilton.
Night is falling now, and my muscles are sore from digging around my offspring's room. The house is quiet now, the boy gleefully on his electronics that he is denied all week long, and the girl tucked into her private bedroom alcove. I've got a small pile of homework to tackle, but am weary from a day of work. Perhaps I'll let myself relax and do a few more coding lessons on Khan Academy.
Of course, it is really later than I think. We still seem to live our lives governed by Benjamin Franklin, and will lose an hour of sleep tonight. A fact that makes me slightly paranoid when I consider that I have matinee theater tickets in San Fransico tomorrow. On the other hand, since I'm an alfalfa farm and electricty hasn't been invented yet, I am grateful for this government-controlled time-manipulation -- at least the clock in my car will finally have the right time, again.