Today was Young Son’s turn for the Big Clean. Same routine: *Gasp* at the overwhelming clutter,
Empty the room to the bare walls, usually except for the bed frame.
Be amazed that the contents of a normal sized bedroom can completely fill a living room staging area two or three times the size.
Then, every single item must be touched and either put away, given away, thrown away…
He got a new quilt for his bed, the string twist quilt I finished a couple of months ago. The kite above the bed is a special one his paternal grandmother got him years ago. It has long been a favorite.
Young Son was diligent, but kept getting distracted by all the cool stuff he had nearly forgotten he had. It is, though, done in time for him to make his Boy Scout meeting tonight: Fly fishing. Something he really is interested in, more than cleaning, for sure. On his way out that sweet boy said, “Thanks, Mom. Every year I wonder why we have to do this. And, then, when we empty the vacuum cleaner, I remember why.”