NO room.
This dresser has been driving me crazy for quite sometime. In school Daegan's excuse was not having anywhere to put all his things. So I told myself just to deal with it until we had a bigger place. Now we have a garage. The perfect place for his "collectibles." I call it clutter.
So let's take a look at what he so desperately can't have one story below him.
batteriesmoney (just coins, otherwise it wouldn't be there)
paper (that has been cut by some sort of knife)
knives
knife handles
bullets
shells
cologne
headlamp
flashlights
tools
receipts
pager
gum wrappers (trident)
battery charger
CD's
books
GPS (hey, just ask me where the garage is)
His stuff even takes over part of the window seal.
And my favorite is how he uses the edge of the dresser to test the sharpness of his knives. Look closely.
I want my bedroom to be my sanctuary. Not feel like I'm sleeping in a shop. On the floor by the dresser is a pile of dirty clothes. Yep, we do own a laundry basket. But his defense is that it's on my side of the room. Serioulsy? I wash your clothes AND put them away. All you have to do is put them in the basket. You SO have the better end of the deal. If I had it my way he would have cologne and a picture of me.
Anyways, love you babe, just not your dresser. Not one little bit.
5 comments:
Hmmmmmmm, this looks and sounds familiar... Oh ya it's Mike's desk.
With the laundry, I have tried placing the hamper all over the bedroom to find that perfect spot that would make it so easy for Mike to just place his clothes in. I'll let you know when I find it...
Reading through that list you must be married to a real man. I'm expecting some serious man-envy when this get around.
I'd be happy if I could contain The Hub's "collectibles" to his dresser. Although he knows I won't do any laundry that isn't in the basket (well, sometimes that's hard to follow through on because I hate looking at it piled up...but I try). I feel your pain. Maybe you need an Ikea up there :)
Amy all ya have to do is get an indoor cat and a litter box and tell deagan that when the crap leaves the dresser the cat leaves the house. (it helps if you can train the cat to sleep on his pillow.) His crap will be gone in no time!
Freak Amy, what you got there is a man, a real one too! Quit yer yapping and complaining and get you there's dishes done, gosh darnit. Daegan's got some dull knives and they aint gonna sharpen them there selves, aint they? In the time it took ya to take them pictures of a man's cubby, you coulda had the laundry picked up, washed, folded, and put away. Get to it! Let the man breath a little...
(jk amy, we will miss the island park excursions, keep in touch)
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