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.
money (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.


