Yesterday Chloe and I spent a couple of hours cleaning her room. Despite removing two tote boxes of clothes, a full garbage bag, a pumpkin, and two squash (not joking), the difference is not visible to the naked eye. However, there are no longer clothes exploding out of the drawers and I am hoping that having a place for everything will encourage her to keep her room tidier. I’m not holding my breath; that girl is a borderline hoarder. She finds it difficult to throw out things like tags from new clothes, cue cards from a speech she did in grade four, and socks with giant holes. It was not easy to convince her that the squash had to go either. It was starting to smell. If they ever do a Junior Hoarders show, she would be a perfect candidate. It seemed to bother her when I suggested she had the makings of a hoarder, so I will use that to my advantage.
After all that cleaning, Chloe and I – along with every single person in Southern Manitoba - went to Polo Park. The lines were long, the deals were unexciting, and my coat was hot, so we didn’t last long. After that, we went to see Alvin & the Chipmunks: The Squeakwel. I actually kind of liked it, but my expectations were very, very low, so don’t take that as a recommendation.
I un-decorated today; the Christmas tree is in the backyard and the totes of decorations are all packed away. I’m always kind of sad to take it all down, but it’s like ripping off a band-aid; you don’t really want to do it, but it’s a relief when it’s over. I’m all into the organizational mode now; Chloe’s gone all day tomorrow, so I might take another crack at her room and then it’s on to the next room.
Here are a few more Christmas pictures.