Intervention time bitches
So Ezzy is in San Diego right now. It's his first time flying alone, first time being back in San Diego in over a year, first time taking a trip by himself. So I've taken advantage of this opportunity of being unimpeded by him, to clean up his gross room.. well I suppose gross is quite the under statement. To put it lightly, my child, it appears, is a borderline hoarder. I've even accused him of this before and he takes great offense, because we both have sat down and watched that show Hoarders, which makes my teeth itch, it's so nasty.. So he always vehemently denies being a hoarder, but I really beg to differ.
Exhibit A:
Random old unopened carton of school milk sitting on book shelf. And you can tell how old it is because it's expanding to the point of exploding. But what I'm thinking when I first see this, is Ewwwww, and secondly, how does he manage to preserve a box of milk all through lunch and school, bring it home unopened all the way from school, then take the time to take it out of his backpack and set it down nicely on the bookshelf, and yet he can't take one extra step and just throw it away or drink it?
But this is just the tip of the iceberg my friends!
Exhibit B: Random empty Nike shoe boxes (and I got him Nike's over 6 months ago!) one of them still had the paper inside, and sat inutile on the floor, while the other was buried under random cards and papers and housed a single pair of underwear. Whaaaa!? How does a single pair of underwear find itself in a shoe box?! And no, I could not quite bring myself to check whether or not it was a clean or dirty pair. Yikes
Exhibit C: Empty Tupperware under his bed, a dirty spoon underneath books, a dirty fork inside his school backpack from last year, which means it has been sitting in there for longer than 6 months!
Exhibit D: Random bits of trash wrappers EVERYWHERE. Seriously, toy wrappers, Pokemon wrappers, candy wrappers. This kid has every kind of wrapper in the world somewhere in his room, it's like he's trying to start a wrapper museum in there. Entry fee $5.
Exhibit E: Random broken toys in corners, closets, underneath piles of disks, random cardboard bits, and shelves. Then I find a big plastic zip lock bag, full of empty Halloween candy wrappers. I'm like what is the point of this???!!! the same effort it takes to put these in this little bag and collect all of them, would be the same effort it would take to put it in the trash!! ughhh.
This kid. I mean I remember being pretty sloppy in my elementary school years, but by the time my teenage years hit I was nothing like this. This is just crazy.
I'm tired of it though. I am throwing everything away and leaving just his TV stuff, the game consoles, current clothes, and school supplies. Absolutely everything else is going to Goodwill or the trash bin. And once he is back I am going to have to be firm on a daily inspection and throw away anything that is not properly put away, no matter how beloved or expensive it is. The intervention starts now, and must continue until he has cleaner habits, or someday he is going to make a very horrible roommate and/or husband.
Welp back to work I go. Got lots more cleaning to do.
My goal is to not only clean his room, but organize my office and the garage and try to let go of everything we don't need, so that we can start off the new year with no clutter and no nonsense.
Here is day 7 selfie. This was last night reading before bed with little Cleo. She's a good fluffy reading pal cause she curls up on the lap and just purrs away as I turn the pages.
Exhibit A:
Random old unopened carton of school milk sitting on book shelf. And you can tell how old it is because it's expanding to the point of exploding. But what I'm thinking when I first see this, is Ewwwww, and secondly, how does he manage to preserve a box of milk all through lunch and school, bring it home unopened all the way from school, then take the time to take it out of his backpack and set it down nicely on the bookshelf, and yet he can't take one extra step and just throw it away or drink it?
But this is just the tip of the iceberg my friends!
Exhibit B: Random empty Nike shoe boxes (and I got him Nike's over 6 months ago!) one of them still had the paper inside, and sat inutile on the floor, while the other was buried under random cards and papers and housed a single pair of underwear. Whaaaa!? How does a single pair of underwear find itself in a shoe box?! And no, I could not quite bring myself to check whether or not it was a clean or dirty pair. Yikes
Exhibit C: Empty Tupperware under his bed, a dirty spoon underneath books, a dirty fork inside his school backpack from last year, which means it has been sitting in there for longer than 6 months!
Exhibit D: Random bits of trash wrappers EVERYWHERE. Seriously, toy wrappers, Pokemon wrappers, candy wrappers. This kid has every kind of wrapper in the world somewhere in his room, it's like he's trying to start a wrapper museum in there. Entry fee $5.
Exhibit E: Random broken toys in corners, closets, underneath piles of disks, random cardboard bits, and shelves. Then I find a big plastic zip lock bag, full of empty Halloween candy wrappers. I'm like what is the point of this???!!! the same effort it takes to put these in this little bag and collect all of them, would be the same effort it would take to put it in the trash!! ughhh.
This kid. I mean I remember being pretty sloppy in my elementary school years, but by the time my teenage years hit I was nothing like this. This is just crazy.
I'm tired of it though. I am throwing everything away and leaving just his TV stuff, the game consoles, current clothes, and school supplies. Absolutely everything else is going to Goodwill or the trash bin. And once he is back I am going to have to be firm on a daily inspection and throw away anything that is not properly put away, no matter how beloved or expensive it is. The intervention starts now, and must continue until he has cleaner habits, or someday he is going to make a very horrible roommate and/or husband.
Welp back to work I go. Got lots more cleaning to do.
My goal is to not only clean his room, but organize my office and the garage and try to let go of everything we don't need, so that we can start off the new year with no clutter and no nonsense.
Here is day 7 selfie. This was last night reading before bed with little Cleo. She's a good fluffy reading pal cause she curls up on the lap and just purrs away as I turn the pages.