Wednesday, February 13, 2008

The Abyss


I crawled under Brighton’s bed the other day. The black hole in B’s room. Wow. Unbeliev-able. With my face crammed in the carpet filling my nose with under-the-bed-carpet-dust, I discovered everything I once thought was lost. (Unfortunately, neither my keys nor my memory card was among the serious plunder.) I counted the pieces I found…..27. Twenty seven pieces of “things” that are kin to toys stashed away in his closet. It was Christmas for B all over again. Pirate ship canons, swords and shields for knights, a stop sign, a yield sign, farm animals, Leggo pieces, a construction barrier, missiles, a canteen, a canoe paddle, (all the above no bigger than your pinkie) used up stickers, dried up Play-Dough, train track, view master discs, books, book pages (ugh!!), Hot Wheels, Hot Wheel tires, a mini baseball helmet, library book inserts (what ARE those for, anyway?), Nerf bullets and some unidentifiable objects which landed in the trash. Moms of girls, keeping up with Polly Pocket accessories is a breeze compared to ALL the debris that comes along with boy toys! I know why all this turns up under there. My boy loves his bed. I give him free reign of his entire 10x12 space during “room time” and when I go up to check on him, where do I find him? On his bed surrounded by toys that would work much better on the floor. Remote control cars just weren’t made to maneuver quilts and pillows. Race tracks don’t stay snapped together over a mountain of covers. Action figures even in all their glory cannot stand up on a blanket. It’s his preference of where to play and it isn’t a battle I am choosing. Sometimes when I am downstairs where it is relatively quiet, I can hear the larger “things” sliding down between his bed and the wall—a new addition to the abyss under the bed, not to surface for quite some time. It used to really bug me. Poor Julia—I practically had an inventory sheet for her to fill out after each time she played to make sure we had all pieces in their proper places. (We never did find the yellow pony’s hair brush.) As for Brighton, I just gave up on the “pieces”. If I asked him to go under his bed to rescue his stuff, he would look at me with a face of fear and tell me it was “too dark under there”. As for me, I am not motivated to wedge myself under there except about once a month…. or two. This way I make sure it’s really worth the trip and I come out from under there……….a hero.


Notice my attempts at saving things from the Abyss- the "wedge" (pillowsham) between the bed and wall............it doesn't work.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

BOY NEEDS A NEW BED, TRY SLEEPING ON IT INSTEAD OF CRAWLING UNDER IT. BSD

TJ Wilson said...

Wish I would have commented first, no fun to follow in the wake of THAT comment. K - I was hopeful J's ring had appeared among the spoils...

kds said...

Do you want to buy him one, big brother?

Kathie said...

I wish I could climb under my bed and have another "Christmas", all I get our dust bunnys and my dog's tennis balls!

Raechelle Ivy said...

I used this blog entry in my classroom today as an example for a writing activity!!!!!!!!!

Holden's teacher gave them an assignment about writing a story about cleaning their messy room. So I decided to do the same thing. I went to your blog and read it to my class. Our favorite sentences was....."With my face crammed in the carpet filling my nose with under-the-bed-carpet-dust, I discovered everything I once thought was lost."

My class loved it!!! They wanted me to read more entries. :) But unfortunately in a public school, I can't read all of our goodies we put in our blogs to them :(

But they know what my blog is, so they can always get to yours later if they want to :)