It's full of super heroes and toys and fun things. (Don't mind the unmade bed. It's not a strength around here.) It is a perfectly acceptable room for a little boy. Except for the fact that his feet hang off the end of the bed and it's clearly WAY past time to move him from a toddler bed to something a little more permanent.
This is cj's room:
It's full of Mickey Mouse and rocket ships and cows and it is a perfectly acceptable room for a little boy. Except for some reason in the winter, due to tree placement and wind trajectories and an bunch of other sciency things it stays somewhere in the vicinity of 47 degrees below zero from the time the sun goes down till the time it comes back up in the morning.
This is the corner between my kitchen and living room:
It used to be a lovely little corner shelf that held my cookbooks, a couple plants and some candle holders. Now it mostly holds Batmobiles.
This is the floor in my library/office:
This is where all the kids' art supplies live. Oy.
As someone who abhors clutter, all of these things are a bit of a problem for me. At least once a
They don't, by the way. Understand me, that is.
So I've been formulating a plan to reduce the amount of clutter and kids' toys and whatnot that has taken over my very soul, which is also known as the common area of our house. My first thought was to ship the kids off to live-away boarding school for the next 15 years or so... Nah, too expensive. My next thought involved a very elaborate set-up by which I staged a home robbery and all the kids' toys were stolen. But that was scary because then people would feel bad for them and just get them more junk (Aunt B, you know who you are!!!). Then I thought I would just throw away or donate a bunch of their crap, but since zj wails for hours every time I try to throw away the BOX a toy came in, I nixed that one, too. There is not enough vodka in Russia to get me through that one.
Then I hit upon a plan, a plan so brilliant, so wonderful, so magnificent, so magical, that I almost can't even bear to speak it aloud.
So I'll whisper. Here it goes:
*whispers* I will get the boys bunk beds and move them both into zj's room. Zj will have a bed he doesn't fall out of every night, cj will stop waking up with frostbite on his extremities, and all will be right with the world. Then, and this is the best part, so pay attention, *voice is getting louder due to extreme excitement* I will convert cj's room to a play room, complete with art desks, their computer, all their toys from all over the house *practically yelling* AND I CAN JUST THROW ALL THEIR CRAP IN THERE AND CLOSE THE DOOR AND I WON'T HAVE TO LOOK AT IT AND IT WON'T BE ALL OVER MY HOUSE ANY MORE!!!!!
Ahem. Excuse me. I feel better now.
I've gone over and over and over this plan in my head, and it seems sound.
But here's my question.
If this is such a brilliant idea, why don't I hear about more people doing it? What am I missing here? Am I so blinded by the thought of having my cookbook shelf back that I'm not thinking clearly? Pretty much every family I know who has more than one kid and more than one bedroom has them in separate rooms, so clearly that's the norm... WHAT AM I MISSING????
I would go into it fully aware that in a few years - five? ten? - one boy or another might begin to demand some privacy and we would likely have to split them back up again, but I kinda like the thought that my house can change to accommodate what my family needs. Zj's room started out as the most lovely shabby chic guest bedroom with pale lavender walls... sigh... and cj's room used to be a home office, so I'm certainly not adverse to making changes here and there.
So help me out. Help me understand. Has anyone out there tried this? Was it good? Bad? Just ok? PLEASE SAY GOOD.
Because seriously, I'm drowning in superheroes and toy cars here, and any input would be appreciated.