It was worse than I thought

The world's most perfect teenager, who turns 17 at the end of August, was given a choice on the first day of this year's summer break. One of his summer break days would be used to clean out all the things in his room that he hadn't used in the last few years. He got to choose the day himself. I have regularly asked throughout the entire summer break if the day had come for "operation cleaning" but he kept putting it up.

I didn't want his room to be cluttered with toys at night that could possibly disturb his peace and quiet but also so I wouldn't trip over them when he called me during the night. To avoid this, we furnished one of his larger wardrobes with shelves and storage where we could easily put away all the toys every night. As time went on, the "toy wardrobe" was filled with things until it was almost impossible to open. In recent years, the door has had to be opened with the utmost care as toys literally fell out at the slightest opening.

Yesterday was his last day of his summer break and there was no way out for Junior. Seven hours later, we had completed the project. In total, we threw away two large garbage bags with broken toys, drawings, old school tests, etcetera. There is also eight moving boxes with toys that can be sold, so my best friend and I booked ourselves into a similar flea market or so-called car boot sale that we attended last spring at the beginning of October.