I don't know what it was, but everyone I talked to on Labor Day was going through stuff, dejunking, purging, organizing.
I decided to tackle the play room. It's way different than you've last seen. The toys are in a smaller area. The toys tend to be all over the FLOOR in that smaller area. You couldn't walk through it, and the boys were bringing toys out and spreading their mess around simply because there wasn't room in there. Something had to be done.
The stuff I have to do to get rid of things in my house, I swear...!
While I was cleaning out/reorganizing the playroom the boys were SO on my case about not giving anything away. Seriously, it was ridicous. Monkey was getting teary.
"Oh, that's where that [cheap, tiny, plastic, faded, party favor] toy lion was! I love that lion!"
"Really? You never play with that."
"But now I want to LOTS!"
Did he remember the lion today? No. But it fit (barely) in the Random Toy Box that I keep for just such trinkets. So it stayed. For now.
The Redhead was 'helping' me simply to keep an eye on what I was throwing away. He really was suspicious. He wanted a break, so he kept trying to get me distracted. He didn't trust me in with the toys by myself.
"You should go check on [Monkey]."
"I think he's up to something. You should go check. Upstairs."
Yeah, I didn't fall for that.
I made a 'move to the basement' pile of keeper toys, and secured a few giveaway bag hiding places.
Today, while the Redhead was reading on the couch, and Monkey was working on math in the kitchen, I tiptoed upstairs and casually brought down a giveaway bag that was under my bed. I snuck it outside through the garage, and hid it under the hatchback cover thing so the boys couldn't see what was in it - even from in the car. Yes, I've been burned that way before.
Leaving the hatch open, and wearing my quietest flip flops, I kept loading up. Back and forth, from the playroom, where I'd stashed a basket full of toys and books up on the loft bed, through the garage, leaving the door to the garage cracked so they didn't hear it open and close a lot and get suspicious.
I filled one last bag of giveaway and successfully made it back unnoticed.
I had to take Monkey to taekwondo and asked him to just keep his gear in the seat with him instead of in the back. He was cool with that. On the way home he wanted to store it in the back, but that was fine, because after dropping him off I donated the goods and he was none the wiser.
So our house is now 2 big garbage bags and one big basket full of things LIGHTER. Oh, and a giant toy semi-truck.
Toy Story ruined my children's charitable instincts, I swear.
Did I ever tell you this? Monkey, who was 5 when Toy Story 3 came out, was very sniffly at the end of it. His first comments were: "I am NEVER giving toys away, and I'm NOT going to college."
Boom. Thanks, for that, Pixar!
(edit: I'm afraid my last post made my kids sound like entiteled, selfish brats. They really are seriously over-sentimental (and just HATE CHANGE), not selfish.)