I Hate Toys

Our house is too small for the kids to have toys. All it takes is for a few things to be thrown here or there and with as many people as we have living in our house...it gets chaotic in a hurry. Seven kids can make a huge mess. It's like having a house full of monkeys!!!

Not only the clutter of their toys, but they pilfer through their drawers of clothes like they were working for the FBI...throwing things everywhere...no regard to whether things were folded or not....toys mixed with clothes mixed with papers....and it's an everyday event. I finally get enough and clean their room for them, only to have it a disaster a short time later.

So I'm taking away their toys. I really am. I did it this past summer, but they found the toys in the garage and slowly dragged them in one by one...but not this time. I'll either get rid of them all together, or put them up too high for them to reach. We need a family room...or a designated play room where the kids could rip and roar and confine their mess to one part of the house. I can live with that. But sitting on the couch and getting goosed by a cap gun...I can't take that anymore.

Maybe that's mean. I don't care. I don't remember having but a small box of toys when I was a kid...we had Legos and some Barbie dolls....that's all. And I kept all my stuff in my half of the closet. I shared a room with my sister. I hated that. She was a slob. So in a sense I've always been fighting other peoples' clutter and messes. When will I get my own room?!!! When will I get my clean house?!!! My mom said when I do, it won't matter any more.

For now it bugs the crap out of me. What about you? Is other people's clutter taking over your life? Join me in the great toy hate of 2009.