Today I felt like a complete failure as a homemaker. I just can't keep the house clean. The kids wouldn't stop screaming and fighting. We had an "incident" trying to bring the groceries in from the car today which ended in Luke climbing on top of the car and 4 gallons of milk scattered all over my driveway. Charlie fell down and bumped into things more times than I can count. It was bad.
I needed to feel better about my life. So, I did what anyone would do in my situation. I threw away my kids' toys.
I didn't throw away all of them, but enough to make a big dent. I couldn't stand all the little toys that don't belong to anything. In the past, I have tried rotating toys or storing some up high. Neither of these solutions seemed to work. I don't care if the kids like their toys. The kids in Tonga were fine playing with sticks and coconuts all day. Mine should be okay with that too. (Don't worry, we still own enough Geotrax to finance Luke's freshman year of college.)
So, I did it. I'm donating the trash bag of toys to the thrift store tomorrow. Charlie wasn't happy about it, but he hasn't been happy about anything lately. All that mattered was that I felt better. Can I throw the dirty dishes away now too, please?