I spent the first four days home after taking my kids to college cleaning out their rooms, not exactly what was promised in the “Now It’s Time for You!” chapter of the empty nester’s manual.But I was glad to do it. Extremely glad to do it.
I had given up on my daughter’s room since we started talking about her going away to college - at the start of her senior year, a full 12 months before she would move out. I had been constantly nagging her to pick the clothes up off the floor so I could vacuum it. I fretted about the stains on her carpet that wouldn’t come out. I threatened to do a total reorg of her room and I even went so far as to buy some cute nubby-woven-earth-tone closet organizers. She was not at all interested.
One day she said, “Why don’t you just wait until I leave for college and then you can do whatever you want with my room.” * scribble scribble scrabble scratch * I etched those words into my brain for later.
For the next 12 months I stopped fussing about her room. When we had company I closed her bedroom door and told people my husband was sterile and we were childless.
So when I returned home from moving her and her brother into their college school-year temporary residences, I didn’t waste any time getting my hands on those rooms.
And, oh, the stuff I found.
It was like a TV show, half Hoarders and half The Price is Right, but only the part where you have to come up with some crazy stuff that you carry around in your purse. What’s that you say, Monte? Has anyone got an instruction manual for a cell phone that no one owns anymore? Why, I’ve got seven of them right here!
Some more things I found in my kids’ rooms during the Big Clean-Up of Fall 2011:
- Clothes with the price tags still on them. These are clothes that someone had to have right then. Clothes that were not on sale. Clothes that I had my doubts would ever be worn.
- A dead frog.
- A check for $200, uncashed, dated July 2010.
- Ten years of Sports Illustrated magazines in a crate that was intended to hold two years worth of a magazine I had no idea would be renewed so many times. Who knew there would be so much to say about sports? Remember, SI comes out every week pretty much, so with special issues, the swimsuit issue (which is as big as the JCPenney catalog; Yeah, and is that necessary? No, it’s not), anniversary extras, and the months that our subscriptions overlapped and we got two of each issue, we’re talking about some 600 magazines. Some were worth keeping, since a lot has happened in sports since 2002. When my son started getting this magazine, LeBron James hadn’t yet signed with the Cavs, Lance Armstrong had only won four Tours de France, Brett Favre looked like he was 14, and nobody in baseball was taking steroids.
- Drumsticks. No one in our house ever played the drums. Ever.
- Enough empty Red Bull, Pepsi, Mountain Dew and Monster cans to build this:
But I resisted the temptation.- Lots of movie stubs, theater and concert programs, receipts, birthday cards and boarding passes that I couldn’t decide were junk or keepsake memorabilia. No one is as sentimental as me, but it’s possible that they wanted to remember that trip to Dunkin Donuts in February 2009 for some reason.
- A mouth guard that I spent several hundred dollars on, which was not covered under insurance but was oh so necessary. Clean as a whistle. Obviously has never seen the inside of a mouth.
- A bunch of my stuff. Books that I swore I owned but could never find, the good scissors, all the Sharpies, and a couple of DVDs that they bought me for Christmas. I’m starting to wonder if they want me to have anything nice at all.
When they come home for the first break, there better be no complaints about what I’ve done in their rooms. I got your futility, right here.
