Today I cleaned out the kids toys. All them. Every single one of them. Starting by piling everything they own into washing baskets and then dumping it on the living room floor to thoroughly sort through and tidy up. That was the plan at least – I ended up experiencing a full range of emotions.
You’re probably familiar with “The 7 Stages of Grief”. They apply to cleaning as well. They’re the “7 Stages of cleaning out the kids toys.”
Shock or Disblief
I don’t understand how it got this bad! I swear I only just cleaned all this up recently. How did this even happen…?
If I just put it all back in the cupboard and pretend I never did this everything will be okay.
I kid you not I said “Fuck you kerplunk, I hate you” when I dropped out some of the marbles on the ground.
Come on, you don’t NEED a broken dragon thingy. I’ll let you keep all your dollies if you just let me throw this thing out.
Oh god this is all my fault. Why did I even do this? I’m only making more mess. I should have just taken it all out in the middle of the night and burned it.
This is never going to end. This is my life now. A sea of tiny pieces of plastic.
Okay. The only way I’m going to get through this if is if I just keep going. I can’t stop now. And look! the pile is getting smaller.
Well – now everything is sorted out and packed away beautifully, from now on the kids will only get one thing out at a time and it’ll never get this bad ever again.
How often do you sort out your kids stuff?