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Aug. 16th, 2013 05:15 pmAfter Dan spent the night sneezing and wheezing and slamming in and out of his bedroom to the bathroom to blow his nose (even though I offered him a box of tissues to keep by his bed), we spent a good part of the morning attacking his room. We've been kind of ignoring it for some time now, but it's evidently becoming a health hazard. A week ago we had to bring him to the pediatrician because literally could not catch a breath. They gave him a freaking inhaler.
So. We took everything out of his bed; put the sheets, blankets and mattress pad in the laundry with hot water and vinegar; vacuumed both sides of his mattress and every nook and cranny of the loft bed structure; wiped down the bed slats, walls, furniture and fixtures with a damp cloth; and fired up an air purifier. Much to my surprise, Dan had no problem with dad tackling the floor area and throwing things away. He also agreed to part with some of his favorite childhood toys (most notably the marble rail and the Hot Wheels racing tracks) without batting an eyelash.
We probably have another few hours' worth of work before the room could be called really clean, but I think he can probably sleep there tonight without sacrificing his ability to breathe. Next on the list is Sadie's personal disaster. And then, you know, the rest of the whole house because nuts don't fall far from the tree.
On a related note, I look forward to laundry days now in a way I could not have imagined possible before I started exclusively using the clothesline in the backyard. I am officially going to be very sad when the weather turns, and not just because that means I'm going to have to figure out how to fix the dryer. Every morning that it's sunny I pick up every item of dirty clothing I can find, and even if it's a small load I'll run it through the washer just to be able to stand outside in the sunshine for 10 minutes hanging it on the line. Ah, small pleasures.
So. We took everything out of his bed; put the sheets, blankets and mattress pad in the laundry with hot water and vinegar; vacuumed both sides of his mattress and every nook and cranny of the loft bed structure; wiped down the bed slats, walls, furniture and fixtures with a damp cloth; and fired up an air purifier. Much to my surprise, Dan had no problem with dad tackling the floor area and throwing things away. He also agreed to part with some of his favorite childhood toys (most notably the marble rail and the Hot Wheels racing tracks) without batting an eyelash.
We probably have another few hours' worth of work before the room could be called really clean, but I think he can probably sleep there tonight without sacrificing his ability to breathe. Next on the list is Sadie's personal disaster. And then, you know, the rest of the whole house because nuts don't fall far from the tree.
On a related note, I look forward to laundry days now in a way I could not have imagined possible before I started exclusively using the clothesline in the backyard. I am officially going to be very sad when the weather turns, and not just because that means I'm going to have to figure out how to fix the dryer. Every morning that it's sunny I pick up every item of dirty clothing I can find, and even if it's a small load I'll run it through the washer just to be able to stand outside in the sunshine for 10 minutes hanging it on the line. Ah, small pleasures.
