Switching rooms

Friday, 4:38 pm

By Kate

Jan

18

2008

In anticipation of summer, the lad asked me, this morning, if I’d be at all receptive to switching bedrooms. He has found it a bit crowded in his room when his friends come over. And I have to admit that I’ve often thought that they’d be better off in my room, too. Judging by the expression on his face, he didn’t actually expect me to entertain the idea. But I said, “Well, yeah, I’d be receptive. I’ve been thinking I’d rather have your room, anyway.”

Well, I must have been out of my mind.

We are both, regrettably, pack rats. While I’ve managed to restrict most of my pack rat-ism to under my bed, the lad isn’t quite that contained. I think we could fill an entire house with the stuff we’ve uncovered. Moving is like that. And, meanwhile, we have pieces and parts of beds and desks and whatnot scattered between the two rooms and filling up the bathroom. Eventually order will be regained, but I’m not sure that it’ll be in time for me to fall exhaustedly into my own bed tonight. I’m not sure that I’ll have a bed to fall exhaustedly into tonight. I’m not sure that I’ll even care at that point.

On the bright side, when we are finished, those two rooms will be cleaned out and spare. When you want to get ruthless about getting rid of stuff, moving rooms is a really good way to do it. It’s probably worth the effort just on that score, alone.

I finally had to take a break, though. The lad’s music is...shall we say...loud. And not exactly my cup of tea. I can listen only so long before my head begins throbbing in time to the pounding beat. I suddenly feel like an antique. My poor head. At least he has had the grace not to make fun of me. I figure that since he’s doing most of the heavy lifting, the music is his choice. But ohhh...my head. “Good Music” is a highly subjective thing. I do try, though.

Pretty soon, I’ll go back up and start cleaning some more. I’m rather looking forward to getting my new room all tidy and pretty. It’s a cozy space and I think it’ll be just perfect when I’m finished with it.