Or, How to say good-bye to some of your kids’ toys so that you can reclaim your sanity as well as “the playroom” or whatever area the toys are rearing their unmanageably numerous heads in your home.
I breathe a contented little sigh of “things are as they should be” when I arrive at the top of my stairs and gaze out at a vast expanse of carpet in all directions uninterrupted by toys and other “things that don’t belong here.” I wish I could say that this is what greets me at the top of the stairs every time, every day, but let’s be honest:….