Max lost. Or won? Max won – his room is first.
The first step was getting boxes.
Then the boys built them.
We realized that the smartest way to do this is to label the boxes with the contents, but to let someone else fetch the “needed” item as he goes so that he doesn’t have the “oh YEAH, that thing!” moment everyday.
Storage is going to be outside of his room…except for his clothing. He swore that he would abide by the rules: take out what he needs to wear, put it in the laundry when he’s doing with it.
It took him most of the afternoon, in fits and starts. Solomon helped and Nick-from-next-door popped in and helped out, too. It really is far more enjoyable to pack up/clean up someone’s else’s crap than one’s own. I think he kind of enjoyed the chaos and challenge. I know Max appreciated his contribution.
Now that we have our “packing guinea pig” we’ll see what the experience is like.
Day 176 scorecard: 880 down, 945 to go
* Sparks are like mini Girl Guides (or Girl Scouts, if you’re American).