I'm pretty laid back for a grandmother but even I can not stand this!!! This was a football themed music/games/sleeping room. I say clean your room but rarely do I step in. I would peek in and if his games were on the shelves and things picked up I would call it good.
This has been declared a disaster zone and Chief Inspector Nana is taking over! If this were a town, FEMA would be on site. We are talking about a sixteen year old who does many outside activities but that is no excuse!
Returning from building fence Saturday the owner of this mess was met by one MAD grandmother. I found a fork in the floor! I guess you could say at least his guitar is on a rack but the other three and a banjo were leaned in a corner not even in their case.
Respect your stuff or you will have no stuff. That has always been a rule of mine since I had children. Their rooms were cleaned with garbage bags in hand and if it was in the floor it went into the bag. My girls seriously thought I threw their stuff away. I sorted it all later and put it in place but I put the fear of room cleaning into them.
Andrew has just now met the mean mother that raised his mother and aunt. Woe, be very afraid! We are now TOGETHER redesigning his room and sorting, cleaning, and throwing some things away.
Abstract guitar entry door is
just a hint of wilder things to come.
A box and a box cutterthe bed from hell but now we have a normal bed. Since I have no headboard I am making one...subject to change.
Andrew at sixteen wants all black but unless he's doing the painting this will be the only black wall. I don't see a brush in his hand.
Yes, I'm mean. From this point on, when we have shoveled our way out of this mess, this room will represent a young adult. That young adult will have weekly inspections and there will be hell to pay if it EVER looks like that first picture again.