Jan and I were barely out of the driveway taking Matt to the airport when the kids started taking over Matt’s room.
And I do mean taking over.
It was time.
Matt lived totally out of his suitcase this trip – making it very obvious that he really didn’t need the space. While Angel Girl was having a hard time sharing a room with Dagmar because of her strange work hours.
(Going to work at midnight and coming home to sleep at 8 am makes it hard for Angel Girl to use their room during the day – not to mention the pager thing and the phone calls at all hours.)
Something had to change.
It was obvious I could no longer keep my shrine to Matt’s childhood. While he will always have a place to stay when he comes home (which I hope is frequently!) – he will no longer have a room to call his own.
His siblings carefully and reverently (I hope) packed away the things he left at home and stored them in the attic.
Then things got a little crazy.
When the dust finally settled sometime Saturday night –
~ Dagmar got Matt’s room
~ Buddy got Matt’s dresser
~ Dagmar got Buddy’s dresser
~ Buddy got Matt’s bed
~ Pedro got Matt’s desk
~ Angel Girl got Pedro’s desk
~ We burned 5 bags of trash
~ We gathered three bags of clothes to donate
~ Millions of dust bunnies were exterminated
And everybody’s happy.
And slept very well.
Change is emotionally and physically draining.
But you know – it’s also kind of freeing.