For the past 3 days I have been preparing my youngest son's bedroom for my grandson, Sam. My youngest son, Rob is now living in Vancouver with his girlfriend. If and/or when he returns to the UK it is very unlikely he will be living in the family home. So it's not as if he is being ousted from his long-held bedroom -- though we will always think of it as 'his' room, I expect.
I can not believe the state he left his room! For days before he left he claimed he was spending hours of time in his room in order to go through all his stuff and pack it away. HA! The room looked as if a bomb or two had gone off in it! And that was after The Man had cleared some ...
The first thing I attacked was the top of his chest of drawers. Most of it was trash, but a bagful of it was 'stuff he might still want' -- couldn't really see the surface. That didn't take but half an hour to sort out and dust and then empty and pack away the three drawers that were still full of clothes! And to think I thought he'd already done this!
Then there was his desk -- piled high with papers going back three or four years! Mixed in among this lot were candy wrappers, ticket stubs, pocket lint -- and so on. There were also boxes full of papers and bags of clothes to be disposed of somewhere or another. One bag of stuff he had deigned to throw out -- we think. I'll allow him the fact that he hadn't stripped his bed -- we had to leave a 5 am to get him to the airport on time.
Then I dared to open his wardrobe! Great sense of satisfaction though to see the thing cleared out. I've even straightened out his shoes -- mostly football shoes of one kind or another. And a bag of shoes to throw away -- why oh why can't he actually physically assign stuff to the trash???? By the way -- these shoes were way way beyond repair -- suitable for the dustbin only -- Of course I haven't discussed the TOP of the wardrobe or the bags of posters or the stuff along the side of the wardrobe. Nor have I mentioned the dust or the state of the carpet or the videos and x-box games and and and and ......
So, now I remind myself that it's a good thing the lad has LOTS and LOTS of GOOD points! He is kind and thoughtful and never loses his temper (except with his brother and that doesn't count!). He can cook and he can bake gorgeous brownies and cookies. When I need him to help me he always does and never complains. When we have dinner parties he serves and clears the table and helps wash up -- without asking and he is always polite and able to have an intelligent conversation. And he is very loving and caring to everyone.
Oh, and one final thing -- he left behind pots of money: First I'm going to count it and then I'll decide what to do with it!