My child is blessed to have an ungodly amount of toys. (And her not playing with them is an even greater delight.) But on Monday her room was really pissing me off. Toys were everywhere to the extent that you could barely walk around in there.
I totally blame her father. You see, I am an organized playmate. I clean up and organize as we play. It’s probably not even really playing. I’m just really bored sitting in her room and can’t help myself. Well, her Daddy is not an organized playmate. He’s a lay-on-the-bed-and-talk-and-throw-toys-with-the-baby kind of playmate. It’s like having another humongous, adult sized child. Anyway, they go in and play and the result is a room that looks like a tornado, a hurricane, and a flood got together, had a baby, and let it loose in her room. It’s ridiculous.
I was fed up with junk everywhere so I emptied everything into the floor and started separating crap to keep from crap to dispose of. I ended up with this giant, overflowing storage bin of toys to get rid of. I’m trying to find somewhere to send them. Until then, they are… still right where I left them.
If it were up to me, Casey would have like 5 toys and that would be it because she has the attention span of a poodle and doesn’t play with them. I honestly think kids would be happier if they didn’t have so much stuff. Maybe I’ll make that my new cause and spread the word. Sounds good to me!