I’m on Day 3 of the massive overhaul of Desmond’s bedroom. I’m less and less confident that I can finish the job. I’ve only been in there a couple of hours today, and I’m exhausted and sore already.
It’s mostly papers and small toys and manipulatives. And dust. But there are so many papers. As a writer, he’s really very prolific.
But I don’t know what to keep and what to throw away, so I’ve been guessing. And sorting the papers instead of just stuffing them all into a trash bag takes much longer. I really need his help.
He’ll help me, but not without complaining.
It feels like it’s only been a year since I last cleaned in there, but if I’m honest, I think it’s been years, plural. It’s too overwhelming for one person, so I’ve avoided it.
He’s got a shoe organizer on his door for small stuff. It’s fascinating to me to have watched it evolve over the years from baby toys, to Matchbox cars, to magnetic letters and numbers, to what is now calculators, rubber bands, card games, fraction magnets, and flash cards.
I’ve finished lunch. I should probably get back to it.
Welcome to the jungle.
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