It is probably a good thing that I did not tally the hours it took me to empty the 18yo's room. "That's going to be a big job," I warned him. It turns out that my definition of "empty" and his definition of "empty" do not actually overlap very much. It was indeed a big job.
If I were more domestic I would paint it before I moved brothers around, but I might just take a nap instead and call it good.
Was it so hard that it helped you not think about your feelings about him moving out? 'Cause if it does, I don't mind. Even thinking about emptying one of my sons' things and him moving out makes me cry right now. Sigh...
I think maybe it's a teeny tiny bit easier when one has five instead of just two. Congrats for getting it done!
Posted by: L - Mama(e) in Translation | June 13, 2015 at 07:34 PM