I’m taking a break to do a quick post. Actually, it’s more of a “To Whom it May Concern” type of a note. Details on where to find me if I don’t show up for dinner. With both kids gone today and hubby at work, I feel I should reach out to my blog friends in case of emergency.
I’m in the
playroom game room. Please come and rescue me.
You might think I am playing something fun on the Wii, maybe doing a puzzle, or catching up on my coloring. No, for some unknown reason I decided to get in here today and try to make some sense of things. Re-establish order and organization to a room that is no longer considered a playroom. How hard could it be?
This room was my #1 main reason for wanting to buy this particular house when we first started looking. Our son was 2 years old, and his toys, books, and puzzles were encroaching on the adult sections of our small condo. I longed for a place to
cram organize his toys and games where he could play and scatter things however he wanted. When we moved in, so did all of his friends: Little Tikes, Fisher Price, Playskool, Brio. The room is off the back of the house, with a convenient little door that I can close and forget the mess even exists.
As time went on, aunts and uncles, grandparents and friends continued to
overindulge bless our little one with toys and books. Then came little sister and we had to add GIRL things (of course), which then doubles the amount of things in the room.
People started to comment that I could start my own preschool back there! Charge admission! Maybe you should do day care! I stated wondering if we had too much stuff in the playroom. But it kept my kids and their friends busy and happy for hours at a time. The kitchen was right next door, and the sliding door led straight to the backyard, where we had EVEN MORE toys. It was like a Club Med for kids.
But now things are different. When you have an 11 year old and a 16 year old, the focus of a “hang out” room changes. Most of the original toys and games are long gone, replaced with a Wii, bean bag chairs, an ipod dock, Scrabble, five versions of Monopoly, and an art table. But as I am finding this afternoon, many strange remnants of the previous occupants (formerly known as little kids) remain:
- Paint pots. With that wonderfully smelling tempera paint still in them. I can’t really distinguish what the colors are, and I think it now qualifies as toxic waste.
- Crayons, both broken and whole, enough to fill two plastic boxes. I haven’t watched one of my kids use a crayon since Bush was in office; probably the first one.
- A Disney princess spiral notebook. My daughter was never into the princess thing anyway, which is illustrated by the scars and mustache she drew on the princess on the cover.
- A snake made of 100 beer bottle caps, diligently collected by my son. This was a very smelly hobby, which we quickly disbanded after the snake was made for 100th day in kindergarten.
- Books with titles like The Big Red Plane and Pirate Plunder’s Treasure Hunt. I may actually still have both of these memorized.
- An Ant Farm, complete with several colony buildings and plastic tubes to connect them with. The Ant Family has long since left the building (and not in a good way, I’m afraid)
- The Sea Monkey Habitat. As with the Ant Family, the Sea Monkey Family met their own terrible fate long ago.
So after spending more time in the GAME room than I would care to admit, I’m not sure what I have really accomplished. A trip down memory lane with some things, a trip to the garbage can for most.
But I’m keeping the bottle cap snake. At least he doesn’t smell like beer anymore.