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Cornell Woolrich
We did manage to get all the furniture moved . . . and mostly cleaned up. I really should have taken pics of before and after. My grandparents bedroom furniture is really really heavy. Fortunately, all we needed to move was a dry sink, a dresser and a chest of drawers. Zachariah's furniture was almost as heavy but only because it is made of big bulky wood. It was, at one point, a bunk bed set with a built in dresser and desk. We took the bunk bed apart years ago but it still was quite cumbersome to move. Sarah's furniture was the lightest and except for the corner desk was not difficult to move. It appears that the furniture delivery guys were very diligent when they put the desk together and not only screwed the top to the base but glued it too.
The other problem was the stuff we found. Some of it is stuff that the kids have just outgrown (a Sponge Bob desk, clothing and many young child type toys). We have about three boxes of toys, a box of books, four garbage bags full of clothing and other miscellaneous stuff, including many many tote bags that I and the girls had collected over the years. Plus, Sarah had never taken any of her knick-knacks or mementos from school. She is getting two boxes of stuff.
First of all Sarah's room had become a dumping ground. Christmas decorations that were missed and didn't get put away . . . put it in Sarah's room. Clothes that don't fit . . . put in Sarah's room. It appears that whenever Lindsey would clean her room, the "stuff" that she didn't want and didn't know what to do with, went in Sarah's room.
It is sort of like my desk in our office downstairs. Dave's desk is pristine. When someone picks up something that they don't know what to do with, they put it on my desk. Makes me crazed. Of course, the advantage is that when any papers are missing, everyone know where to go look. Now you have to understand, I do the mail once a week. The evening before trash day. We do look through it as it arrives but only those things that are important get pulled and processed. When I do the mail, invitations or stuff with with dates on them (school info, etc.) get added to the calendar and then clipped to magnet on the fridge. Once the event is over, the invite, etc. gets recycled. Bills and invoices are taken care of (I do most payments online). If a check needs to get written, it is done then and a date is put on the envelope for when it should be mailed. Junk gets recycled. Bank statements, etc., come with me to work and are shredded there (we have super heavy duty shredders). Any of the kids' mail gets put on their place mats for them to deal with and then they reappear on my desk. Obviously, they think it is a solution.
Anyway, everything is moved. Zachariah is ensconced in his room. He did inherit Sarah's feather comforter. We bought a new duvet and sheets (Target was having a GREAT sale . . . the duvet was $12 and the sheets were $9). Boys are much simpler than girls. All he wanted was green or red. He ended up with green plaid sheets and a reversible duvet. He is thrilled. He hung his posters (many of which he had inherited from Sarah . . . David Justice, Jim Thome, Carlos Baerga . . . and some of his own "Celebrate the Whole Boy" is a great poster of young (10 years old or so) football players with one of them playing a violin). He did keep a small table that had been in the hall. He wants it for working on Legos.
His former room has my grandparents' furniture and smack dab in the middle is the ironing board. Obviously, it doesn't take much to excite me because having the ironing board someplace that is easily accessible just thrills me.
Now the job will be to keep people from making all these clean spaces a dumping ground too. Any suggestions?
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