I am bone-tired tonight because of the toy job I tackled most of the afternoon. I knew the operation had to be a clean sweep and I knew that once I secured a target, I had to hold it until the mission was completed. I raided both bedrooms and the living room.
Yeah, it felt like a military operation.
With a small home and three children who are all spoiled beyond recognition at their birthdays and at Christmas, keeping the toy clutter at bay is a big job. It's akin to keeping the clothes horse from overrunning the closets. The children have transitioned from baby toys to preschool toys. I have one bag of "giftables" ready to go to an expectant couple and I threw out 5 other kitchen-sized trash bags. I was relentless. If the toy was in disrepair: gone! Missing pieces: gone! Unplayable: gone! Lived a good long life: gone! Noisy: gone!
By the time I got to the bottom of Zeke's toy chest, it was like Christmas all over again for them. They "discovered" toys they had forgotten and began the play-and-migrate maneuver they've made famous. The good word is that there is, indeed, a place for everything. For tonight at least, everything is in its place.
15 years ago
2 comments:
Good for you. This is a very good lesson for your kids to learn as well. I think you're a great mom.
Kathie: I learned from the best. Back at ya'.
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