If you are planning on cleaning your son’s room any time soon I have news for you; you are going to need protective eyewear and possibly a bomb disposal squad on standby.
Boys are awesome. Their curiosity into what’s on the inside of things or why that particular object doesn’t smash when you drop it from a height is actually quite astounding. There is simply no rock that can be left unturned, literally or figuratively. I braved the abyss of my almost 10-year-old boy’s room recently because we were getting a new bed delivered for him.
As the eldest child, he has been really reluctant to take the step towards having his own room until relatively recently, preferring instead the comfort of sharing with his little sister.
With the arrival of the new year and the promise of a cool new bed, he agreed that the time was right and shuffled into the box room down the hall, bringing all of his worldly possessions with him.
Delivery day for said bed finally came around and I took on the Mammy Task (I’m aware everyone else calls it Mammoth Task but in this house, it’s usually a Mammy Task) of sorting through our son’s stuff to make space for the new bedroom furniture.
I was not ready for the things I discovered he has been keeping. Brace yourselves for the boy's room discovery;
- Cash. Cold, hard cash kept in a special box that I recognised as being one of my jewellery boxes that I in no way gave him permission to, er, borrow. Also, where is this kid getting cash? I am hoping for secret lotto wins that he hopes to donate to me someday but I suspect it’s those shady grandparents who slip him a fiver every time they clasp eyes on him.
- Screwdrivers x 2. There is absolutely nothing, nothing in the four corners of this house that this child has ever used a screwdriver on, never mind two. The mind boggles.
- Approximately 14 Random Dirty Socks. Just there, scattered randomly all over the room, the sad socks that never made it to the laundry basket. Which is also in his room, may I add.
- Dog Hair. I knew he was sneaking that dog up to his room when I wasn’t looking and now I have proof. It is everywhere and can never be extracted. Wah!
- Acorns, stones, sticks and seashells. I am popping these all in together as I reckon they are the emptied contents of a small boy’s pockets when he returns home from a big family walk. What do you suppose he thinks he’s ever going to do with them, huh?
Now it's your turn to tackle your 10-year-old boy's room. If you dare...!