Spring hasn’t completely sprung around these parts just yet (and I heard someone say we’re to expect 15 – 20 centimetres of snow on Friday… I will try not to weep, but I can make no promises.) I may not be able to put those snowpants away just yet, but the itch to get the spring sorting and purging underway has been too strong to ignore lately.
One particular area driving me mental is the TV room, where the kids spend the better part of their indoor playtime. The amount of stuff we can accumulate is kind of astounding. From Christmas gifts to birthday gifts, loot bag items and dollar store junk… is that a plastic tomato on a keychain? WHY do we own this?!
Normally, I like to work on these tasks when the children are at school for obvious reasons – it’s the sane way to go, without hearing b-b-but… it’s… my… favourite!? being shrieked at every turn – but over the weekend, I just couldn’t seem to leave it for another day.
First of all, though I’m happy most of the things get stashed inside a closet or an armoire, and I KNOW these areas get haphazardly jammed with stuff, all willy-nilly and whatnot, after some time, these spaces just need a re-set.
Uch… my eyes.
… all the junk…
And what the hell do I do with all this dress-up fondant-y crap?
If I truly tried to live by William Morris’ quote: have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful then believe you me, I would throw away most of this craptastic array… but children love their stuff. It’s part of their joy, I guess.
But the McDonald’s plastic toys, and the broken bits and bobs, and those stray bits of what does this go with? and stuff missing eyes or limbs, and all the cruddy, drying mixed-into-brown playdough… I just get out my trash bag and start filling it up.
And it’s soooo bloody satisfying.
Truthfully, there wasn’t so much I could get rid of completely, but reordering what goes on shelves helps. Madame is taller. And waning interests in babyish things, and her growing desire to do more crafty-type projects (solo) has meant moving some things things around so she has access. I never let her use scissors without supervision in the past, but she can be unaccompanied with those in hand, as well as glue sticks and markers now – I trust her. (Let’s hope I haven’t just jinxed myself.)
All those Lego figurines Oliver had been building and collecting looked cool displayed next to the couch when we had four or five of them, but as the collection swelled to many, many more, always lumped into a massive, tangled heap of super-hero/villian plastic weaponry and such, it became clear to me that they needed a new home. They now have a space on the closet shelf, amongst the Skylander figurines, and the other Lego-stuff he hasn’t built yet.
Gone now are the 0-3 aged toys like shape sorters and squeaky toys, but the math games mind puzzles are at the ready. Baby dolls and their accoutrement have been sorted back into their bins, the play foods are back in their basket, and I won’t likely find a plastic cob of corn or a doll’s shoe inside the couch. Or on the driver’s side of the cement mixer truck we have kicking around. Or inside a puzzle box. Or wherever.
And I made peace with the inside of this armoire ages ago. At least it has doors that close.
I gave away what I could, and set some things to donate, but I will not feel bad about any of the stuff Ijusthavetotrashthisrightnowohmygodleavemyhooooouse… that nagging feeling of “wasting” something was gone the moment I put the lid on the trash pail.
I feel so much better now.
Have you started your spring sorting & purging yet? Do you love the process, or do you loathe it?