When I entered the kids’ room….


Monday morning, and I stand in the children’s room with a dazed look.

Two phenomena seem to have hit the room – a Science project, and a long weekend. Phew!

I survey the C.H.A.O.S. Where do I begin? This is going to take a while. My mind tempts me to run away. Maybe a cup of strong coffee later, this mess may actually not look as bad as it seems?

Maybe NOTHING. I start plodding through the remnants of scientific genius, discarded ideas, shreds of paper in every conceivable colour, blobs of glue that have bound many of these shreds together, twine, miles of twine, that have snaked their way under the study table and swivel chairs. I take a break.

I move to another part of the room.

“Ouch!” A small, colourful board pin has entered my heel. I gingerly remove it. More paper, and many dinosaur toys, all entangled in twine, velcro pieces now, stuck to felt paper, which is in turn stuck to Blu-tac.  There is a shower of pencil shavings as I move a few notebooks, treasures that have been waiting to greet me!

Under the dump that’s the bed, I find 3 pairs of scissors! The icing on the cake is a small bottle of black paint that has not been closed. Now I look part-leopard, part mom.

Some semblance of normalcy is returning to the room, but my BP is shooting up. As my hands sift through the mess, my mind conjures up dire punishments and threats.

The bedsheet seems to have been pulled away from the cot. I tug at it, and look under. There, I find something that makes me laugh out loud.

My son has made a make-shift hospital for one of his Ben10 toys there. The toy has a broken knee. He seems to have fixed it with Blu-tac, and an ice-cream stick for support, giving his toy a cool, dark place in which to recuperate.

This, I am loath to disturb.

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17 Responses to When I entered the kids’ room….

  1. NJ says:

    ha ha πŸ˜€ this is the worst thing of being a woman ..to clean up others mess πŸ˜›

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  2. D K Powell says:

    Wonderful. Both of my kids are now teenagers (more or less) and so the days of ‘hospitals for broken toys’ are over but they are still a minefield and usual source of all things found to be missing around the house!

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  3. I guess in all that mess some sort of genius lurks. They often say that more creative people have messy desks. Looks like you’ll be doing a lot of cleaning in the next few years.

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  4. Erika Kind says:

    I find empty bottles, dirty laundry, empty food packages…. and other ugly stuff in my boys’ rooms…

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  5. katelon says:

    Loved this sweet piece.

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  6. I always found a big cup of coffee, latex gloves and shoes were the required accoutrement whenever I tried to clean up the kids’ room. A huge sense of humor would be a necessary accessory. My son wasn’t nearly as bad as my daughter, I swear she had saved every note she ever wrote to her classmates through all her school years–the little pack rat! πŸ˜‰

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  7. reocochran says:

    Children’s rooms are sometimes a disaster, but I feel letting them play and leaving some areas a mess is okay. But my “golden rule” was:
    “If you want company Clean Your Room.” πŸ™‚
    The hospital for toys was precious, Nimi.

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