Remember Natalie’s room?
Some people asked, “What happened?”
She decided it would be appropriate to pull out every toy she owned. Even the ones in the closet.
Anyway, I made her clean. And her version of cleaning is pushing everything into the corner and then jumping on the pile.
I helped her clean. I know some people were all, “Go in there with trash bags and don’t let her have her toys back for awhile!” But that sounded like more work for me. I mean, going in and filling bags with toys? And then lugging said toys downstairs into the garage? No. It’s too hot.
I did explain that we don’t pull out everything we own just because we can.
I did make her put the toys she didn’t play with anymore in a box so we could drop it off at Goodwill.
“Some kids,” I explained as she placed some books in the box, “don’t have toys.”
“Not even Rapunzel stuff?” Natalie asked, eyes wide.
“Not even Rapunzel stuff.”
When it was all done, her room looked like this:
Mind you, it won’t stay this way for long.
But it’s nice to be able to walk in and not feel like I’m in an episode of Hoarders.