A homebound weekend due to hfmd meant that we had time to tidy up the house and rearrange the rooms for the kids, especially X.
Every time the child got a little too challenging and beyond our control, my strategy was to up the game and throw him into a new dimension. X and his upcoming terrible 2s’ tantrums were bad. A week into his tantrums made me decide that it was time to transform his room.
A pity that I failed to take the before picture. He was using the cot and his room was very functional. He only used it for sleeping, bathing and diapering. We occasionally played in his room but those were mainly baby toys, aka boring stuffs.
Mr H converted the cot bed to a toddler bed. This $369 cot bed was in its 5th year running. It had served Z for 1.5 years as a cot bed, 1.5 years as a toddler bed, converted back to cot bed to serve X for 1.5 and a refreshed start now to a toddler bed for X.
We dressed up the room, rearranged the storage of toys (akin to shifting of ‘powers’ from Z to X) and allowed X the freedom to get off his bed at any time.
X was majorly pleased with the change.
So were we.
We also took the chance to rearrange Z’s room to improve accessibility to books and planned to modify his Flexa bed system to make it a fun place to hangout.
Meanwhile, a decluttered (of toys) home was a delight to my OCD senses. I loved the neatness so much that it felt like a new house to me.
Love for my kids had forced me to close a blind eye to the mess. Now that Z was a lot older, I hoped that by showing him a tidy side of things would guide him to maintain the neatness and orderliness.
Wish us luck!