Skip to main content

A Spaceship on the brink of Disaster

Last week when the twins were in Fort Smith I cleaned their room. It's what we moms do, right? I made their beds, threw away trash and toys and made the room look clean and neat.

When they got home and went in their bedroom they were excited. I think because their room was clean and they didn't have to do it.

A few minutes later, Daniel came out and asked if I had thrown his rocket away. (ok, here's the backstory...while I was in Hobby Lobby with Daniel Thursday I suddenly remembered throwing away his model rocket/spaceship. It had been in several pieces in different parts of the room, so I just threw each piece away. I called Samuel from Hobby Lobby & asked if he had taken the bag out to the trashcan & he had. So, I didn't say anything hoping that Daniel wouldn't notice.) I told him I had thrown it away and it was outside in the big trashcan.

The next morning he came to me about the rocket/spaceship again and in a very motherly moment I told him I'd go out & get it. Can I just tell you that yucky, stinky trash makes me gag. Yuck!

The bag from their room was the bottom bag in the trashcan but luckily had no food in it, therefore no maggots, or flies. GROSS!!! I donned a pair of work gloves and began to dig thru the trash. I found all the pieces to the rocket/spaceship and Daniel was so very happy. I mean SO VERY HAPPY! It made me proud of my motherly action.

But, I'm thinking that was probably my last time to clean their room for them. I don't always know what they treasure. I think I do, but sometimes, & in this case, I don't. He never played with the rocket/spaceship but it was special to him. I hate that I didn't know that.

So, how about you? Do you clean your kids rooms?

Julie

Comments

Kelley said…
I do clean my daughter's room. She has an incredible memory. If I were to throw something away, I would never hear the end of it.
Oh this is such an issue for us with our 5 year old. I try to include her because I don't want to get rid of something important, but she doesn't want to get rid of ANYTHING. It's all important to her. So sometimes I have to sneek some things out of there while she's not home. She usually doesn't miss them, but I stash it all away for a few days before taking stuff to Goodwill just in case.

Popular posts from this blog

A Blind Date & Leaving Comments

8 years ago today I met this sweet man in the picture above. We met on a blind date in the Bluff City (aka- Memfrica). He and I were simply going out to shut up his stepmother and my sister, who had decided that we were meant to be together from one simple fridge photo and a dog named Abby. Little did we know they would be able to pat themselves on the back for the rest of their lives . I am so glad we both agreed to go out for that one date on New Years Eve 2001 because I have had him in my life everyday since that crazy night at my cousin Hollye's back door when he arrived to pick me up to find a baby on my hip that he thought was mine. I remember those beautiful blue eyes and how they about popped out of his head as he stood at the door wondering why no one had mentioned my child. That baby on my hip was Claire. She was 1 then and had just gone number 2 in her diaper right before he rang the bell. She had Styrofoam all over her and me from playing in Christmas boxes. Needless t

All Aboard The Birthday Polar Express

  Can you believe Henry Patton will be 4 years old tomorrow?! Neither can we. We celebrated his birthday last weekend with his first all boy party, polar express style. I had so much fun preparing for it, as you can probably tell! My mother who is never at a loss for words said it looked like Polar Express threw up in my house. She was SO right and we loved it! We had a breakfast pajama party with 7 three and four year old boys. It was such a fun time.   I had his pajamas monogrammed with a train and his name. He loved them and I liked how they sort of looked like the ones on the movie. Henry loved all the bells I had everywhere. There is no doubt we believe at this house. We had the jingle loud and proud!   I had his invitation made from a shop on Etsy and I was very pleased with them. One of his little friends came to the door ready for me to punch his ticket. It was so cute. I ran to get a hole punch and punched it for him. Every good party has to have go

Pedicure Pledge

Just a friendly reminder, it's that time of the year again. Please raise your big toes and repeat after me: As a member of the Sandal Sisterhood, I pledge to follow The Rules when I wear sandals and other open-toe shoes: I promise to always wear sandals that fit. My toes will not hang over and touch the ground, nor will my heels spill over the backs. And the sides and tops of my feet will not pudge out between the straps. I will go polish-free or vow to keep the polish fresh, intact and chip-free. I will not cheat and just touch up my big toe. I will sand down any mounds of skin before they turn hard and yellow. I will shave the hairs off my big toe. I won't wear pantyhose even if my misinformed girlfriend, coworker, mother, sister tells me the toe seam really will stay under my toes if I tuck it there. If a strap breaks, I won't duct-tape, pin, glue or tuck it back in to place hoping it will stay put. I will get my shoe fixed or toss it. No matter how much it hurts. I will