
Nate had the ridiculous task of cleaning his room by bedtime Sunday night. Not just cleaning it, but cleaning it to his Mom's standard. To understand how big of a job this was, you had to understand just how trashed he'd (we'd) let his room get. It was a slow deterioration desperately in need of a clean sweep.
Nate and I hauled some hefty trash bags up to his room and started going through his room, drawer by drawer, shelf by shelf. We were even brave enough to move the bed. 2 1/2 hours later, we had the room pretty spotless and spartan. We hauled piles of junk out of his room, and for the next hour, it stayed pretty clean.
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