Okay, so it's that time of the year again. When my children dream of what presents they're going to get, I dread it. Not because I don't want them to be in Christmas bliss and euphoria, but I have no idea where to put these new treasures when there room is already busting at the seams.
So, I did what any desperate mother would do. I my unknowing children with movie time. Letting them pick a favorite that hasn't been seen for a while. (You gotta make sure they're good and sucked in!). Then I snuck into their room with a bag and started going through all the toy bins. Tossing what I thought was useless (McDonald toys or birthday party grab bag specialties), hymning and haing over other toys (things that Josh doesn't play with, but Holly still does), and having denial over the things that I am attached to ( these wooden cut outs that a bunch of family and friends painted with me while living Idaho. I still couldn't get rid of them they are now residing in the craft and school closet. I figure I can make them educational some how).
If you go in my kids room for the next five minutes their toy area is perfect and neat, without them suspecting a thing. The books and dress-up close are next! Ahhh-ha-ha-ha!!!
Time MARCHES on
3 weeks ago