I probably shouldn't admit this because we moved into our house the end of last November...and I should have had all boxes unpacked by now...but I spent the day today (and by the day, I mean probably close to 4 hours) in Tommy's room getting the rest of his stuff put away. There were 5 boxes in his closet that had his stuff in them, still packed. Now, most of the stuff was game balls from baseball, trophies, etc. but it was all still in boxes. There were also a couple of boxes of books, some of which we had looked EVERYWHERE for (and like I tell the kids all the time, if you had looked EVERYWHERE, you would have found it by now.) Well, we had looked everywhere except in the depths of his closet for these books.
But, all books are accessible now. And all bookshelves cleaned and orderly (and that was a chore!). Caroline was the one so excited about that. Now she can take her "class" upstairs to the library so they can check out books. (She plays school every free moment she has. I have walked through the living room on several occasions and she informs me that I need to watch where I walk because I am stepping on her class. Being a teacher at heart, I smile and go around the imaginary students sitting in the floor.)
So, tonight I will lay my head down and be proud that all bedrooms are now put together. Does that mean that Tommy is sleeping in his room tonight, now that all his trophies, medals and game balls are so proudly displayed? Not a chance. He is in Caroline's room (where he sleeps every night), snoring away.
Next time you are feeling down on yourself for not getting something done, think of me waiting 10 months to unpack boxes. That should boost your self esteem! And I am just proud that it is finally done.