As you may recall (because I didn't stop talking about it for like, over a month), our move into the Yellow House was...kind of stressful. As a result, we still have a lot of furniture that the movers just randomly positioned in rooms without much thought or plan, because Jason and I were too busy panicking over our disastrous closing/paperwork nightmare, plus all the various property laws we were breaking. JUST PUT IT ANYWHERE! JUST GET IT OFF THE TRUCK! THEN GET THE TRUCK OUT OF THE DRIVEWAY SO WE CAN PRETEND NONE OF THIS IS HAPPENING!
The boys' bedrooms got the worst of it -- the beds were all plunked right in the center of the rooms, we didn't really divide up side furniture very well, so Noah's room seemed big and cavernous while Ezra and Ike were stuck in overcrowded smaller rooms, and the little floor space they had around their beds quickly became a embarrassing swamp of toys/clutter/laundry. We'd tell them to go clean their rooms and they'd look at us all helplessly, because they had zero idea where to even start.
And I can't say that I blamed them. Their rooms were just not very nice places to be, and we've been procrastinating on all the paint/personalization projects we promised them because...oh my God, those rooms were such a mess that I didn't know where to start either.
Turns out that the best place to start was sending each child to school while I went in their room with a big trash bag and a full day's worth of true crime podcasts.
I tackled Ike's room first, since it was both the smallest and the messiest. I neglected to take a before photo but just imagine a room with a bed and a rich, full carpet-pelt made from a six-inch deep layer of crap. Like something out of Hoarders, but with more Elmo.
By the end of the day, it looked more like this:
(Real Mister Carrot and Super Broccoli by IKEA, duh.)
Ike was thrilled. THRILLED! We still need to paint (as you can see there's some...interesting paint patching jobs going on and I've run out of rando things to cover them up with), and Ike would like his room to be at least 200% more superhero-y. But in the meantime, HE HAS A FLOOR.
Also a functional toy box, as he'd crammed so much into it that the back popped off and toys were spilling out behind it. Luckily it's just IKEA and I am amazing at IKEA and I totally hammered the back panel back into place using a Star Wars Pez dispenser.
/high fives self
Ezra begged me to do his room next. I took the same trash bag/podcast approach but added a beer because holy depths of hell.
These pictures don't even capture the full horror of what was going on here on a macro level. There was a corkboard propped up against the wall that SOMEONE had carefully scrapped/picked all the cork off and into a big pile on the floor. My sister sent them all these 100+ miniature rock collections that they LOVED, but at some point all three of the collections ended up in Ezra's room, then knocked over, so I had to dig 300+ tiny rocks out of the carpet lest they destroy our vacuum. That dresser also had no back, nor did the drawers all have bottoms anymore, and no, that didn't stop Ezra from hiding stuff inside.
(Or Ike, for that matter. I found a whole pile of his clean shirts shoved in that thing...shirts that I guess he decided he didn't feel like putting on hangers like I'd asked.)
(Among many, many other things that did not belong under the bed.)
Many, many hours later:
(Hate those curtains, but Ezra wants Angry Birds curtains and I think I would hate Angry Birds curtains even worse than too-short camo curtains so we're in a bit of a standoff about curtains right now.)
(Why yes, that is a free Emergency Preparedness themed wall calendar we got for free from Howard County and it is Ezra's most favorite thing, next to all the random stuff he gets his teacher to give him from the classroom bulletin boards. Like say, a laminated dinosaur with a clock on its butt. Sure. Okay.)
It wasn't the Angry Birds makeover of his dreams, but he was very, very happy to have an organized room and space to play. (All excess toys either went to the basement or in under-bed storage baskets.)
And now there's Noah's room. Which is actually the closest to a real, fun, de-girl-room-ifying makeover. I have new curtains, a bunch of Minecraft accessories, and my mother-in-law just finished up painting him all these awesome Minecraft characters on canvases.
I went ahead and got the organization kickstarted for him, but decided that being 10 meant he was officially too old for the Full Mom Taking Care Of All Your Shit treatment. I told him we'd decorate his room as soon as we painted, and we'd paint just as soon as he finished sorting and cleaning up the rest of his Legos.
So yes, that is going well.
Sigh. Anybody got any good podcast recommendations?