Project

Lil brother's bedroom got a “make-over” this morning. Which translates to: lil brother’s room got vacuumed and dusted. But I did promise him we would move his bed around which meant that we did end up emptying his room into the hallway. I braced myself for what lay beneath his bed-but I am happy to report that there was no evidence of crushed Pepsi cans or pop tart wrappers-which means he has changed his ways or that he has gotten smarter about contraband disposal. I am not hedging my bets here. Next came the vacuuming of 1,398 pieces of legos. Good news: we still have 5,398,645,129 of these tiny buggers remaining. One day, I am going to buy my grandchildren 50 gallon drums of this stuff and deliver it to their house. That’s all I’m gonna say on this issue. Next came reloading the closet, throwing away trash, locating shoes and like items, putting away dirty clothes, and another million lil necessary tasks which caused me to work up a sweat-literally. So after about 15 minutes of mopping my brow and bending at the waist 54,762 times-I notice lil brother is no longer anywhere to be found. He is downstairs “taking a break”...mating his dad’s fish on Facebook! So I threaten him back upstairs where he proceeds to empty out the trash bag of all the treasures I had tossed while he was away “resting” from all the back-breaking labor that he did not do. “Haaaa-eeeeyyyy! ‘Das my favorite (fill in the blank)!” So really, I probably should have left him alone mating fish. Lastly, I ask him what stuff he would like to donate for other children to use and enjoy. His response? "De shoes, all de books, and de church clothes." Naturally there was a round of negotiating before the project was a wrap. So at this moment-lil brother’s bedroom looks all nice and tidy. Which is lil brother's greatest gift: teaching me to live in the moment. No promises about tomorrow…