31 Days: Troy’s Room
I’m just going to jump right in and you should know this truly makes me cringe showing you this. Say hello to Troy’s room. Jesus take the wheel because holy hot damn.
I know, he’s a kid, kids have toys. And Troy loves his toys.
THE SHAME, YOU GUYS. THE SHAME.
Please note Troy’s mattress is not on his bed. That’s because he’s been sleeping on it in our room on the floor. Not because of the mess, but because my children are the poster children for co-sleeping: HELL YEAH!
Or more like “Hell No, We Won’t Go (Sleep In Our Own Rooms)”.
Since he really doesn’t sleep in here, I have mostly just been keeping the door shut. Out of sight, out of mind until I went in to put some clothes away and almost broke my ankle stepping over a basket. I spent five hours in Troy’s room yesterday cleaning and purging. There were tears (mine) and a complete lackadaisical attitude towards the whole bagging up the toys (Troy).
With the threat of the sun going down and not be able to capture the cleanliness before Troy the Tornado was reintroduced to his space, I finished this project up with like 20 minutes to spare.
And Jeff felt so sorry for me that he took us out to dinner.
Don’t send toys, kthx.
For 31 days, I’m tackling the Hot Mess. Read all about it here.