Today, I am tackling the shared bedroom of our two middle daughters. Send wine. Send pizza. But please don’t try to help. Also, please don’t suggest I have them help.
Let me clarify what I mean by “help”. If you want to take my kids outside, then YES you can help. If you want to order us pizza because they probably won’t get fed today, then YES you can help.
What I don’t want is help sorting, purging, wiping, folding, vacuuming, or anything else that you were probably thinking of when you offered to help. I also don’t want the kids in there. Yes, they should learn to clean their room; however, today is not “learning to put your junk away” day. Today is “90% of this junk needs to disappear as if you never owned it” day and they aren’t emotionally mature enough to handle that situation.
Please don’t let my refusal for help hurt your feelings. I love you, my dear friend that is willing to wade through that toxic dump with me, but I need to do this alone. Here are my top ten reasons why I don’t want help, yours or theirs.
- While I’m sure that at some point your kid’s room looked this bad, I really don’t want someone else here to witness the number of cups and half eaten PopTarts I’m going to find under the dresser.
- This is going to be emotional for me, too. Some of these toys were at some point special and I’m going to have to resist the urge to store it. I can’t let you make that choice for me, and I can’t make that decision regarding two things simultaneously. So while, this will slow the process down, I just need to do it myself.
- I don’t want to have to spend time explaining to you the story behind the few toys I do decide to store, trying to justifying my decision to you.
- There is barely room for one in there, much less two or four.
- I already have the newly-cleaned-up-organizational-plan in my head. I’ve spent weeks procrastinating on this task, scouring Pinterest for the best and cheapest ideas, and I really can’t have you confusing me by offering all your awesome organizing hacks and tips. I’m sure they are WONDERFUL, and they would probably be great in their room, but please don’t confuse me. I’ll end up doing half of my idea and half of yours and it will look a hot-mess.
- If you, or they, help me INSIDE the pit of despair, we might all get lost, or killed, and still no one outside the pit will eat. There needs to be a responsible party outside the danger zone.
- Upcycling Suggestions. Friends, let’s face it. Coming up with upcycling ideas is fun. I’ll be happy to come sit on your porch and tell you all the reasons why you shouldn’t toss this or that because you could always use it to make this or that. Just not today. Today, I need to clear out this mess super fast. If it was going to get used for it’s intended purpose, or something else, it would be in use. It’s not. It’s gotta go.
- I don’t want you to see me cry. At some point, it’s going to happen. Donating those 5T clothes that just don’t fit her anymore, my last girl, my baby girl……*sniffle*. Discovering that really expensive toy that they just HAD to have, stuffed under the desk and quite likely broken. Stopping mid stride to berate myself for letting it get this bad and then giving myself an inner peptalk to get back to work.
- When I’m done, I’m going to need a friend. Someone NOT exhausted from cleaning and sorting, to talk to and vent to and laugh with. I can’t have you too exhausted to be my shoulder to lean on.
- I’m a control freak. I admit it.
I love you. I love that you want to help. I love that you would be willing to sacrifice your
life day to do this for me. Please understand, this is just something I need to do myself.