Not Everyone's Mama

People do this strange thing here at our apartments.  When they move out they just pile the furniture they don’t want outside the garage where the dumpsters are kept.  We’ve gotten a lot of stuff that way and gotten rid of a lot of things we don’t need anymore.  It amazes me though the stuff people put out there. 

Yesterday morning I stepped outside to feel how warm it was before I decided on the kids’ clothes for the day.  What do I see over by the garages?  A really pretty desk and a computer chair with arms.  I would have taken the desk for myself, but there wasn’t enough room for all of my crap stuff I keep on my desk.  It was however perfect for Jordan.

The way Jordan’s room was set up was that he had along one wall his dresser and 2 toy boxes.  Then he has a loft bed, under that was his desk.  By his closet is his bookshelf that never gets used because my son never puts his books away.  I loved the desk I found.  It’s almost as tall as I am with shelves on top and underneath the desk part.  I rolled it and the chair up here because Jordan’s chair is all cockeyed.  I don’t know what he did to it, but it was dying a slow death since I handed it down to him when I got a new chair.

I told him that he needed to clean everything off in his room.  We’d have to rearrange everything in order for this desk to fit in there because it’s too tall to go under his loft bed.  Oh yeah.  I want it mom.  I’ll do it.

At 11:30 AM the school calls me.  Jordan’s stomach hurt.  The nurse told me that he said he threw up the night before.  And you know you can’t send him to school for 24 hours after he throws up.  Huh?  He didn’t throw up last night.  Well, he said he did in the middle of the night.  Believe me, if Jordan threw up in the middle of the night, he would have come and told me.  He wakes me up for everything that happens in the middle of the night.

Off to school we went to get him.  I had a sneaky suspicion that he was just constipated.  (Sorry for the visual.)  I was out of Miralax for him (this is not the first time Jordan has had this problem) and I had planned to do my Easter shopping yesterday.  Off to Wal-Mart we went.  I grabbed the Miralax and a drink for him to drink it in on the way home.  Grabbed the Easter stuff quickly and we came home.  Jordan acted completely normal.  Told you he didn’t need to come home.

At 4 I said, let’s get going on your room, which was a mess like always.  I told him to clear stuff off and put it away.  I had to run the post office up the street because while I was gone they tried to deliver some of Kat’s birthday presents.  I want that stuff done when I get back.  When I came back Jordan had already pulled the new desk into his room, his old desk out, and thrown everything on the floor.

He seems to have forgotten this little fact that I have repeated again and again and again.  If I do your room, you’re losing stuff.  It’s been a year or so since I last went through his toy boxes and threw stuff away that was broken, donated stuff to Goodwill that wasn’t, and I decided that’s it.  I’m doing it again.

Jordan had a HUGE Rubbermaid tote for one toy box.  The other is a wooden chest.  Nothing special, just a red chest with gold closures.  Not huge, not small, big enough for 2 kids to sit on comfortably.

Jordan is down to just the chest now.  And it’s not full.  4 bags of stuff I took out.  (His toy boxes runneth over before.)  2 garbage, 2 to donate.  He was getting upset with me.  I need that!  No son, you don’t need anything but food and shelter, everything else?  Negotiable.  I warned you last time.  When I have to do this, things go.  You should have done your room yourself.

I was nice.  I got out some gallon sized baggies to store treasured things in.  You know treasured things at the BOTTOM of his toy box.  He has a gallon sized and a sandwich sized baggie stuffed full of his YuGiOh, Pokemon, and Bakugan Cards now.  His Bakugan things are all in a gallon sized baggie.  His legos are in a gallon sized baggie because I guess my dear husband decided to throw away the lego box.  Thank you for that.  His nerf darts for his dart gun, baggied up.  Small army guys and accessories?  In a baggie.  The only thing in his toy box now are his big army guys and his cars that he has left. 

I found his camera, video camera, MP3 player, DS & Gameboy games (all games are now in my desk drawer) – in the bottom of his toy box.  My spoons I’ve been missing?  You guessed it, bottom of his toy box.  And I almost vomited.  I picked up what I thought was a Lincoln Log.  Know what it was?  A petrified hot dog.  Freakin’ NASTY son.  Who puts food in their toy box?  For that matter why is he taking food into his room when there food is not supposed to be out of the kitchen?  Dude, if I broke the no food in my room rule when I was growing up my dad would have kicked my – yeah, you know what he would have kicked.

After I spent almost 2 hours doing that, there were still clothes on the floor, papers, other stuff to throw away.  I told Jordan to get that done.  This morning, it’s still not done.  I’m going to go do it.  He had better hope there is not one toy on the floor under his clothes because it’s going too.  I warned him last night.  Done.  Done telling you to get it done.  If I have to do it, you’re not going to like it.

I came out of Jordan’s room and looked at Katiana and Alyce – you’re room is next.  Katiana is all no no no!  I’ll clean it.  It’s not done.  I’m heading in there after I get Jordan’s room done. 

After that?  Christiano’s toys in the living room that are overflowing all over the place.  I’m sure he’s got stuff we can get rid of too. 

Did you read my review of The Power of Half that I posted the other day?  I said I wanted to do this anyway.  I was going to wait until the kids were out of school and then do it on one of Pato’s day off so we could do it as a family, but a little fury will jumpstart that process. 

Alright, I’m off to dive into a toy box.  It should be easier this time.  Christiano is asleep.  He “helped” me last night with Jordan’s toy box by climbing up on my legs, leaning over into the toy box (almost falling in) grabbing toys out, throwing them into the piles, then randomly throwing toys back in.  I swear that’s what took me so long, I had to do everything 3 times. 

This shall count as one of my personalized gifts to my children.  I don’t think they will look at it that way but I gave them the gift of a clean room.

Have a great day!

Mama’s off on a mission.

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