Spring Cleaning Part 1 – The Boys’ Closet
On my first day of spring cleaning I started on the Boys’ Closet of Horror, and was left utterly exhausted and less than halfway finished by the end of the day. What a mess. I dragged everything out. The massive tower of clothes shoved in next to the dresser, the clothes spilling off of the top shelf. I kept thinking, “What kind of person lives like this? What kind of person lets her children live like this?” I was pretty annoyed with myself for letting it get that far. I had started to clean it up a couple of times before, but the task was so overwhelming that I would give up and leave an even bigger mess than I had started with. See all of those bags in front of the closet in the “before” picture? Those are from previous attempts to sort things out, but they ended up just sitting there for weeks (months?) and I would have to step over them every time I wanted to get clothes out for the boys.
By the end of the first day, I had cleared one side of the closet and sorted through all of the clothes that were in piles and in the dresser. I filled two garbage bags of clothes to give away–one for consignment and one to send to Goodwill (side note: even if you think your stuff is too gross to donate, Goodwill and The Salvation Army will recycle or upcycle clothing that they cannot sell, so give to them and keep old clothes out of a landfill), and another couple of paper bags to either keep for myself for future projects/keepsakes or pass on to friends with a boy about a year younger than Milo. Day 1 was under my belt, and there was still a ton of work to be done.
On Day 2, I felt a little more encouraged by the progress of the previous day’s work. It was time I tackled the other half of the closet. The half where I would shove random crap into when guests were coming over. I pulled it all out and it became a massive pile of junk in the middle of Huck’s bedroom. Broken bits of plasticy thingies. Onesies from when Milo was an infant. So many socks, none of them matched up. I sort of let the boys fend for themselves while I took on this project, and when I emerged from the mess in the bedroom, I found sweet Milo, my artist, on the kitchen floor with a Sharpie, coloring his legs. There were some nice, black scribbles on the linoleum and on the countertop, as well. And we rent. Great. The rest of my morning was spent with hairspray and a scouring pad, trying to out the damn spots (which I *mostly* did). I did get back to the closet after lunch, and I managed to finish it that afternoon. I finally sorted the boys’ clothes and put stuff that doesn’t fit yet in paper bags on the top shelf, and hung a closet organizer for accessories/swim stuff/sweaters and things that don’t need to cram up space in the dresser. All nice and neat and tidy!
But then there was the matter of the rest of the room looking a mess. With the closet looking so organized, I couldn’t leave the rest of the room looking the way it did. . . two more days, two garbage bags of trash, one more garbage bag of clothes and plastic crap to donate, and one super exhausted mama later, and the boys’ room is the nicest place in the house! Really organized, too. I didn’t just shove stuff into random baskets this time. I sorted and chucked things and it looks awesome. I’m feeling good about it, even though I know that, for the most part, it is futile effort. My children can tear apart days of work in a matter of minutes.
And no time rest! Onward to the Dreaded Fabric Stash/Craft Area!