We were long overdue for a toy purge.
This can be a very precarious process.
Do I let the boys help me pick out the things they want to give away? We all KNOW how that ends. With zero toys being removed from the giant toy sh*thole that mocks me as I relax on my buttery leather couch.
With the start of school I was finally given the time to sneakily go in there and remove things that the Yoys haven't touched in months.
I said good-bye to mega blocks, duplo blocks, one too many Chick-Fil-A toys, and a menacing Wreck-It Ralph doll. I also earmarked some Geo Trax trains to be driven up to my brother's house when my parents roll through in a few weeks.
I was feeling cleansed. Organized. I dumped the toys into trash bags and labeled them for their final destinations. I moved the black bags into my trunk. Guilt crept into my thoughts. But I shut that down fast. It's not like I was dumping a dead body. Just some old wooden puzzles.
For FOUR weeks I didn't hear a peep about any missing toys. Victory was mine. And it was glorious.
MOM, WHERE ARE MY MEGA BLOCKS?
Do I play dumb?
Do I lie?
Do I drop the toy giveaway bomb on them?
In the end, I told them I gave them to Cousin Yoy as they had moved on to the big boy Legos.
Tears ensued, but I was able to distract him with the new Oriental Trading catalog.
Like a boss.
Not our actual playroom, but makes my skin crawl all the same.