Six weeks ago I wrote about the kids sharing a room permanently. We moved them in together in order to make Penelope’s room a play room. Finally, we sold the baby furniture, gave my sister-in-law back her rocking chair, and got a bookshelf to store things.
Last week I moved all the toys out of the living room into the play room. Now our bookcase looks like this:
It was then I realized, our kids have a lot of crap. I mean, seriously, 6 shelves? Really? They also had stuff on top of the two armoires in our bedroom, and on top of a cabinet in the dining room. I was determined to get it into the playroom and out of my sight.
And I did. I bought a large bookcase from Ikea that hopefully will change function from toys to books or whatever else big kids use with time. So now, our playroom looks like this:
If you haven’t read about my cautionary tale about Ella almost being crushed by her dresser, read the link. Suffice it to say, that bookcase will be secured to the wall this weekend and the girls have been threatened with serious time outs and punishments if they are ever seen climbing it.
and the other side of the room:
And that one useless corner behind the door now has a hanging thing for stuffed toys. I have another one I’m going to put up too.
Now everyone is happy. The girls have room for all their stuff and can reach it without having to ask. I have reclaimed our house for some grown-up space. And most importantly, there are doors I can close when I don’t want to look at all the toys anymore.