A Good Start

Today I entered my closet and came out with a bag of clothing, a pair of shoes, and two pair of slippers to pitch.  I’ll admit that I took the buttons off of the shirts.  They were just too old for anyone else to want them (about thirty years!  Yikes!) so there wasn’t any point for donation.

Whew.

I know that there are methods out there which would have told me to put every item of clothing on the bed and touch every piece. (I’ve been enjoying watching Tidying Up with Marie Kondo.)  That’s too much for me.  I tackle sections, drawers, small designated areas at a time.  True, my house will never be wonderfully purged all at once, but slow and steady works better for me.  I’m pleased with a full garbage bag in the trash bin.

Recently I had my daughter look through her closet and pull out items which didn’t fit.  It’s not a large pile, but it’s something.  I’m slowly tackling my son’s room.  I decided that there are just too many issues I have to speak with him about.  We’ve talked about the room often enough, and he’s heard that we just may take it over, so it shouldn’t be a surprise.  Trust me, this is not a win for him.  If I ask for a hanger to put his shirt on while it awaits ironing, the door opens just far enough for him to thread the hanger out to me.  He hates it when I go in his room.  Actually, I don’t enjoy it much, either.  I usually end up stepping on something and hurting my feet.

I started my son’s room with vacuuming and flipping his mattress, washing a bunch of his blankets and changing the sheets.  Of course, I put the blankets on in the wrong order and he had to correct it.

I don’t plan to throw my son’s things out unless they are obvious bits of trash.  I think a lot can be done just by putting books on the shelves, straightening the storage areas, etc.  He’s got some outgrown clothing which he can’t bear to part with, so I plan to wash those items and put them into a storage bag to get them out of the general clothing area.  Maybe he’ll jump in at some point and help, but I’m not planning to make a big deal of this.  He’s a great kid and I don’t want to feel as if every day holds a nag session for him.

The semester is ending and my son will be dropping welding.  It just hasn’t been a good experience.  It’s not that I needed him to get an A, but he was in the 40% range until recently and there have been days when he comes out of the class with zero self esteem left.  He attends the extra work time allotted once a week, but just can’t finish all of the projects.  Since the class isn’t needed (he took the optional hour this year on top of the regular school day), this class can and should be dropped.

Wanting to be a good parent and encourage independence, I had my son email his counselor to request that the class be dropped and he be given a study period in its place.  The reply was: “We do not have a study hall during the day.  Thanks.”  That was the entire email.  I have copied it verbatim.  That struck me as a “go away kid, you bother me” response.  I followed up with an email of my own and have yet to hear back.  It’s been nearly a week.  I tried calling yesterday but apparently all the counselors were at a conference.  The Monday before the end of the semester.  I had planned to go park my butt at the school until he spoke with me today, but weather caused a closure.  Tomorrow will have to do.

My husband thinks that he should go with me as I won’t stay strong.  Really?  I pointed out to him that I had to fight to get him into a physical history class this year instead of the on-line survey of history class which the school seemed to think acceptable.  When a regular class is involved, I don’t feel a virtual version is appropriate for students attending a physical school.  If you’re home schooled, that’s different.  If you want to explore a class which is out of the norm, that’s different.

When it comes to my kids and school, I don’t back down.  My son won’t have welding next semester.  The school just doesn’t realize it yet.

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About homereferee

I'm a stay at home mom who sometimes feels more like a tape recorder yelling, "Get apart!".
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