My Bedroom

 Bedrooms should be nice, peaceful spaces where we can relax.

I've always wanted that kind of space, the ones that you see in magazines or online, where everything is tidy, and there is a feeling of being able to sleep.

But reality is different. No matter where I've lived, my bedroom is always the dumping ground. When other rooms are being tidied, and things don't have a place, they always end up in my room, for now! Then "for now" turns into forever!

On Saturday, I decided to tackle Christopher's room. He can clean by himself, but there were things left in his room from when we moved in, and they've never been moved out. He didn't know what belonged to whom or what to do with the big drawers of extra blankets. I managed to figure out most of the stuff, clothes mainly, of course, everything needed washing as the stuff had been sitting in boxes and on the floor covered in dust. Guess where the clean clothes end up after they've been washed, yep, my room!

Clean laundry pile.

This is about a week's worth of laundry. I keep asking people to come and get their laundry, but it's always later. There's a big box underneath, so maybe not that much. I can hope!

I thought about sorting out the laundry, but I didn't have the energy. I wanted to do something, so I decided that I could sort one drawer. Better than nothing, also finishing one job always motivates me to do more.

That backfired big time.

I found an envelope with some old photos in it and old letters to Santa from the boys. I sat and cried. I have so many regrets from my kids' childhood; they really suffered at school because of bullying, and my reaction was always knee-jerk reactions. 

Here are the letters, kind of cute!

I also found a very strange photo of Mom, pulling faces!

This photo made me smile!

A rather emotional afternoon, maybe I should have tackled the laundry?