My daughter helped me clean my room today. She carefully hung up clothes I put on hangers. Two of the boys were in the room, too. They noticed that my closet is crowded, and I told them that is because daddy and I share, and we have more hanging clothes than they do. I reminded them that they each get their own closet, so should be thankful.
My daughter has a sweet heart, so she was silent thinking. Then she suggested that I share her closet. She has very little hanging up, so it is a reasonable idea. I thanked her and said I might just do that later on.
We continued to fold clothes, and then she had another question.
"If you share a room with me, will it still be ok if I listen to my story tapes at night or will that bother you?"
No, no, a closet I may share, but I am still sharing my room with daddy!! I would just use some of your closet space!
Funny that she would think I would move with my clothes. As her brother said, "Um, no, you don't quite get it yet!"
I am still plugging away at my goal of decluttering the house. It is slow, and has many setbacks when I turn round and discover that they have messed up an area I cleaned already.