My home decor - much like my wardrobe - could use some sprucing up. We're both decked out in stuff I bought a.) on clearance, or b.) at Walmart.
( ... Or c.) On clearance at Walmart. Because lots of kids and a mortgage and a minivan payment.)
I really do try to make my house look as decent as possible given the fact that I'm not the lady on that irritating commercial whose day literally consists of working out, drinking coffee, and shopping online. I pick up things here and there. Sometimes I'll be driving by Hobby Lobby and my car will, like, mysteriously swerve itself into the parking lot. I don't know how it happens, but I always end up leaving with some sort of reasonably-priced wall hanging or something.
Half the time it's something with faux antlers, because my mission lately has been to outfit my little country-loving, deer-obsessed outdoorsman Coby's room. It has come along pretty nicely, if I do say so myself.
In case anybody's wondering, the bed, lamp, curtains, and beanbag chair are from Walmart. The comforter was on clearance at Bed, Bath & Beyond ($40, y'all!). And the wall decor is from Hobby Lobby (again: clearance. That's one of my favorite words).
There are still a few more things I'd like to do in Coby's bedroom (LIKE GET THE TODDLER MOVED INTO IT SO HE'LL SLEEP IN HIS OWN DAMN BED) but for the most part I'm satisfied with the way it looks. And Coby is so proud of it that he keeps it tidy ... for now, anyway. But that may be because he's in Kindergarten. Because looking at my oldest's room - he's in fourth grade - I'm pretty convinced that the older they get, the less they care about living in squalor.
This is the room my older two share. And can I just say, it has a superhero/comic book theme and looks cute when it's actually tidied up - but unfortunately, that's never. Partially because my kids' idea of "tidy" is "shoved behind a door where you can't see it."
Note the perpetually-unmade bunk beds; the lower bunk almost never has a comforter on it because they drag it all over the house, making forts with it and wrapping up in it to watch TV. Then there's the broken dresser right beside the bed. It's rickety and missing its drawers, but the boys insisted on using it as a makeshift table. There's a naked pillow on the floor (among the shoes, and the random cords, and the bits of paper) because heaven forbid my children ever keep a damn pillowcase on. You can't see the closet, but one of its doors is always coming off the track, hanging half-open to reveal the horrors inside.
But the pièce de résistance of the whole room is Colin's ridiculous desk.
Colin is a total computer geek. Lucky for him, my brother is, too - and he used to own a computer sale and repair shop, so he keeps the boys outfitted with monitors and old hard drives and such. That's why you'll notice that Colin has not one, but TWO monitors hooked up on his desk. It's crowded, but that's not the bad part.
Again, a missing drawer - what's up with that? And all manner of clutter: from printer paper to software to books to old Valentines to Lord only knows what else - as is evidenced by the crusty green patch cemented to the floor. I'm not sure what it is, but I do know that cleanup is going to require a lot of scraping. This junky jumble is Colin's idea of organized; he can tell you exactly what's in this teetering stack of crap. I would literally be driven insane by a mess of this caliber on my desk, but he's happy as a clam.
Is this a "thing" with older kids - boys especially? Do they not give a flying fig about their surroundings or do I just have a couple of exceptionally messy dudes on my hands?