I thought my husband was amazing this past weekend! He cleaned and organized while I was away. Then! An alarming revelation came to light Wednesday morning. He threw out my toys! And not just the junky ones. The toys my kids really use.
I know I need to declutter and simplify, but this was more than my stuff-loving self could handle. When he casually mentioned that some toys may have been thrown out, it was, of course, garbage morning! I made a mad dash to the garage before my husband could take the bins to the curb. Frantically searching through all of the nasty refuge, I did manage to rescue a few precious gems:
A Candy Land board, a motorcycle racetrack (one of my son’s few “man” toys), some pretend food, a favorite book, a treasured baby toy, and the worst offense, the broken, but easily fixable pogo ball! Anything that was out of batteries, missing a piece, or just misplaced, he tossed.
Last night we had an animated argument discussion about our differences. I agreed I would attempt to keep all toys rotated and organized He agreed to donate any working, but unused toys to good will and, most importantly, to get my approval on all future toy expulsions.
Through this dialogue, another startling revelation was unearthed. I discovered why I can never find all of the pieces to any puzzle. All random puzzle pieces my husband has found (for years!) have gone straight in the trash! That’s nice to know after I have spent days of my life saving and sorting puzzles pieces, only to find that one or two pieces are still missing!
Don’t worry, I still love my husband. And, I think he still loves me, despite my slight craziness. It’s good he wants to simplify, but there was a small inconsistency. You see, while he was throwing away all of my favorite toys over the weekend, THIS magically appeared in my living room.
When I asked him about it, he had no good excuse, only that he thought it would keep crayons and papers off the floor. It turns out, I love this new toy! It stores all of the kid’s crayons and they have been entertained for hours drawing on the dry-erase board.
I suspect my husband will try to sneak this to good will next week. I will have to keep an eye out.