This past December I redid my oldest’s room. We painted and did a massive seek and destroy mission with all his old toys. He hadn’t played with them in years, but was reluctant to let go of them.

Before

Before

It was a bit painful and kind of traumatic, but he survived, and he loves his new room. I tried to get him to add his input, but he just sort of shrugged it off. I think he was fine with the old toys and mish mash of things, so most of the decorating was my idea. It was rather funny after we finished, he said to me, “Wow, you really know what I like. This is awesome. I couldn’t have done this, but I really like it.” Why it was so shocking that his mother, the woman whom has lived with him his entire 15 years, could design something to his taste baffles me. But there you have it. Apparently, I have hidden depths he was unaware of.

After

After

After finishing his room as part of his Christmas present, my youngest says, “Hey this is good. You did get his tastes right. Maybe you could do my room. What would you do for me if you did my room.” I described what I thought his idea room would be like, complete with shark décor, and he was awed. Apparently, he too was surprised I knew him so well. Go figure. I declined doing his room immediately, but decided we’d do it for his birthday present. Well that time his here and I’m not sure I’m looking forward to it. The oldest has nothing on the youngest when it comes to packrat-erie. The kid borders on being a hoarder like my father. Or rather what my father would be like if my mother let him. His new entertainment center is coming by Fed Ex this week and we’ll be buying him new curtains, pain and a new flat screen and a wireless keyboard. So, this weekend after probably a day bullying him into throwing away old paper scrapes and broken toys, I’ll be painting his room, hanging new curtains and setting up his new desk/entertainment system. As weird as it sounds I love painting because it is always great brainstorming time. My characters seem to like painting. With any luck, Tyson will have a new room and I’ll have a new novel plotted.

Written by JL Langley


JL is a full-time writer, with over ten novels to her credit. Among her hobbies she includes reading, practicing her marksmanship (she happens to be a great shot), gardening, working out (although she despises cardio), searching for the perfect chocolate dessert (so far as she can tell ALL chocolate is perfect, but it requires more research)
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"And so it begins…again" by J.L. Langley was published on March 1st, 2013 and is listed in J.L. Langley.

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Comments on "And so it begins…again": 2 Comments

  1. blade wrote,

    Hi J.L…..Your son’s room looks great! I too have a pack-rat teenaged son. (Seriously, dude….that Halloween candy is from 2009!). In terms of “giving up” toys and sports equipment that he’d outgrown or would never use again, we started this thing where before his birthday (in November), we’d go through his stuff and donate to less fortunate kids in time for their Christmas. Of course I wanted him to develop a sense of “giving” at a young age, but an important factor was “You get rid of some of this stuff and you’ll get some really awesome new stuff to replace it for your birthday and Christmas…”

  2. J.L. Langley wrote,

    LOL I’m glad I’m not the only one who has to convince their kids they don’t need stuff. We do donate their old stuff too. That is an excellent habit to get into in my opinion. My SIL’s dad is a preacher in a very poor community, and we always send stuff to him. He’s an awesome guy and always finds homes for hand-me-downs. Maybe I need to try to do that twice a year. Maybe before Christmas and in the summer. Hmmm…

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