Rearranging fits

As a mom of a sentimental and creative boy, I have to schedule my cleaning and purging at specific times. Like when he's at school. Many times my boy will forget about certain toys, but if I pull it out to clean and donate in front of him, the chance of a fit of epic proportions is rather high. Yesterday I did quite a bit of cleaning and rearranging. Then I braced myself for the wrath to come once he realized what I had done.

For a year now I have been trying to move the Little People and all of their accessories out of the house. Early on I was successful with some little things. But the fire trucks (yes, plural) had to stay. And the airplane. And the garbage truck. And the house. And the big city.

Yesterday I finally decided I had enough. It was time for the World of Little People to find a new home. If I could get the Little People out from under the boy's bed, I could store toys under there that he actually plays with. Moving those toys would also create more storage space under the art/Lego table.

I know some of those darn Little People ganged up and are hiding throughout the house, but I gathered what I could. Except the Big City. I guess I'm a tad sentimental, too. Plus I got a really good deal on that thing. It's getting used until it breaks!

Back to my point, I move the LP World to the creepy, spider-ridden basement, which will be their temporary home. Blocks and dinosaurs and fold-up play sets now filled the space under Little Dude's bed. Toys that once sat on top of the art/Lego table are now stored nicely underneath.

I prepared myself for the previous mentioned fit of epic proportions when the boy realized what I had done. He love the world of LP and spent many, many hours playing with them. It took a year to get to this point and I up and went away with them without consulting him first.

After dinner, I gently explained what I had done and why. My boy nodded and agreed that he is now a big kid.


*insert tear from me*


My boy then proceeded downstairs and that, my friends, is when he realized I had thrown away some of the boxes he drew on. He hadn't touched them in months. We are always getting packages so it's not like he would never have another box to play with.

Enter epic fit..... NOW!


We buy our kids toys that can get kicked to the curb at any given moment. But crappy cardboard boxes? Who knew it was a crime to get rid of those?!



Until next time....