Tuesday, March 11, 2008
help i am drowning
under piles and piles of toys. useless pieces of things. they are living under my bed, the kids' bed, the dog's bed. i find them in the fridge, in the cabinets, we've pulled two toilets because of flushed toys, i smoosh them to the side of the tub while i am showering, the boy and his toys join me in the middle of the night while i am peacefully sleeping, they have taken over the back yard, the garage (the husband's are mixed in there as well), the ENTIRE family room. there is no escaping the blinking, the blaring, the stuffed animals that are as prolific as bunnies, the crayons, the play-doh, the match box cars, the dolls that have their own cribs, strollers, blankets, bottles, it goes on and on. so when my aunt who just had a baby in January (at 48!!! Lord, have mercy) requested some toys and some hand me down clothes i had a party. i was on the floor sorting through toys and i was ruthless. so long toys. so long outfits. let's just keep this between you and me though, mr. pack rat husband will be chasing the manny all the way through kansas just to retrieve them. i, on the other hand live in reality, and know that MORE toys will show up in the middle of the night to take their place, all the while i am dreaming of a clutter-free home.