I’m embarrassed to show the “before” pictures. There’s no sugar coating it — my son’s room was a disaster!
I can’t really blame him, he’s 2 1/2 and not really expected to keep his room tidy. But can we pretend it’s his fault? I shift the responsibility for the disaster squarely on the shoulders of no storage.
We’ve never had a great toy containment system, and it has only gotten worse. We moved to a smaller house when we relocated to Evansville from Anderson eliminating the luxury of a play room and we’ve just obtained more toys as he’s gotten older. So when toys were played with we didn’t have a great place to put them back. And what we did have for toy storage were just large canvas cubes so Miles would dig to the bottom to find the one thing he had to have tossing aside everything else.
One afternoon (seen in the SCARY before picture) we walked in and saw Miles sleeping on top of a pile of toys and books he’d pulled off the shelf and out of the bins while he was supposed to be sleeping.
Here’s where my blame comes in — after all that stuff is strewed about, I would come in and throw it all back in the cubes. But there was no real organization. And efforts to organize and weed out the toys were always hampered by a curious Miles who had to play with all of the things I was trying to organize.
Grandma to the rescue!
My mom offered to take Miles Friday night and Saturday afternoon. This gave me the perfect opportunity to not only get that room in order but to also have some fun time with my hubby — dinner and a night out.
All week long I was looking forward to the weekend — oh how things have changed that a night of shopping and organizing is what gets me all excited. But seriously, I was pumped.
We found the perfect toy storage solution — a shelf with 12 bins that are tilted so Miles can see what’s inside each one. We got the shelf, did some other window shopping and then had a nice dinner.
The plan was to perhaps go to the casino or somewhere else after dinner but it was cold and Michael was getting a little sleepy so we decided a movie at home would be a better plan. Ten minutes in and my husband was snoring — it wasn’t even 10 p.m. yet. Another sign of just how old we are getting — snoozing by 10 on our “big night out” and excitement over organization.
I was surprised by a delicious breakfast by the hubby bright and early Saturday and we made quick work of the organization. We got rid of two bags of toys — one will be donated to the Goodwill another will be passed down to baby Charlie — and found a home for the remaining toys. Michael and I were so efficient we were able to move on to a couple other organization projects before it was time to get Miles.
He cam home, walked into his room and said, “Wow,” immediately noticing several toys he had forgotten he even had.
So far — two days in — the room is still clean. We’ve moved all of his books into the living room and all of the toys into his room hoping to, for the most part, keep them contained in there now that there’s a visible floor for him to play on.
What are your toy containment strategies?