I'm getting ready for a garage sale this weekend. That means that the boys are on red alert.
Any toy that has not been played with in a while will be eliminated.
Tossed out.
Sold.
The horrified looks on my children's faces has been priceless. I know it isn't nice to take pleasure in someone else's pain, but, dang it's funny.
Last night I hit Brandon's room and hit it hard. Toys were flying, he was sobbing and Nathan knew he was next. It's funny though how toys that were put in a box mysteriously kept reappearing in little hiding places. I found toy cars under the bed, in the bathroom cabinet, and little dinosaurs in shoes. I let the boys know that every inch of this house was going to be turned inside out so there was no use in hiding toys. But they tried anyway.
Nathan's room was hit this morning. He somewhat cooperated. I think after last nights display of unmerciful toy elimination in Brandon's room, there was no use in fighting.
I'm a mean mommy!
2 comments:
I once had to buy a Gumbie to shut my ex-husband up. He'd whine all the time about how his toys disappeared. I won't tell you that toys are up in my attic and are periodically brought down and played with. Well, excpet for when we brought out the GI Joe action figures when Scott got home from Chile and discovered it was a box of "body parts" (the elastic dissolved in the joints). Scott just said, "that was a serious war zone in the attack and there were no survivors". I'm a wussie mom - I bet you have more space at your house!Mine is full in every nook and crannie!
Even though I got rid of tons of toys this weekend, it still looks like a toy store exploded in my house. But you are only a kid once, you might as well have as many toys as possible. xo
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