My house has been invaded with toys of every style, shape, color and form. My son is a non stop moving child and pulls everything out from everywhere and carries it around the house with him.
We have no sort of toy organization going on. There are toys in every room. I am getting rid of things. I cannot stand my house being so crazy. My mind is busy when my house is busy.
I. am. going. crazy.
Here is my house, as of 4:47 this afternoon (time matters, people. It can change in moments.) un-edited. This is embarrassing to put these pictures up, but in some strange way, it almost makes me feel better. I started in my family room and worked my way upstairs and took pictures of every toy/Lucas object I saw. That would be funny if we all shared pictures of our house with toys and clothes and food everywhere. Funny or disgusting, but either way, we can relate on some level, right? Even if you don’t agree with me on birth or cow’s milk or whatever.
If you have a spotless house, we can still be friends. Send me a picture so I can be motivated and get new ideas!
Here we go…..
Keeping the kitchen, no question. I found it on craigslist for a good deal and I love it. Lucas actually plays with it a lot to. It needs to be moved upstairs though. Keeping everything in this picture, actually. The truck is more of an outdoor toy ’cause it’s so big, but um, where are we going to store it outside?
I was organizing this. I made a new rule (effective 7.14.10) that we will only keep enough toys downstairs to fit in this basket. If it doesn’t fit- get rid of it or find another place for it. I like my rules.
Good quality toy. Crayon needs to go in the art basket. Magnetic letter needs to be put back on the fridge. Bad sunscreen needs to be returned to Target. Ritz crackers…. I’ll probably leave those there.
Plastic crap. Get rid of it.
Stacker toy. Excellent toy. I need to take it upstairs.
Are you still with me? Hang on, I don’t have that much more house.
Book on stairs. Keeping, no duh.
Milk on ledge, left over from this morning. mmmm yummy.
The start of our playroom or something. A work-in-progress room.
Lucas’ room. Usually just full of books and clothes.
The bath tub. I guess he threw a magazine in there. The tupperware and cooking utensils are suppose to be there, those are his bath “toys.”
A popper impulse buy toy that my husband got at a toy thrift store. This thing is SO annoying. It’s in the bedroom which means Lucas carried it upstairs which means he dragged it on the carpet which means it was going POP! POP! POP! the other day while I was trying to nap. Getting rid of this thing tomorrow.
And that’s it.
I don’t even know what to say about it, so I’ll end this right here.