{ Enough. }

The last two days have been spent in the basement.

The very LARGE basement that has been over run with toys. Stuff. Junk.

Enough is enough.

I was telling Wayne last night that I remember when I was a kid (LOL … just realized I have now turned into my mother but this is too funny “When I WAS a KID …” to delete) I had a bedroom. With toys. They all fit in that room. And most of the time, I shared a room with my sister, and BOTH of of ALL of our stuff fit in our room.

Now my children, who have no idea how good they have it, have toys on 3 floors of our house.

Nothing is where it should be, and the only way it happens is when they go to sleep and I get in “throw it away mode.”

Piece and parts that I have no idea go to what? Gone.

Toys with a 3 minute life (usually with batteries)? Gone.

(I do not buy toys with batteries, btw. The kids lose interest as soon as that first set dies. Done with it.)

The kids came down stairs this morning and found the basement a new place.

Cute kitchen with wooden food ready to be played with.

Legos with the legos.

Babies in their crib.

Mama is happy.

Mama also issued a warning.

Anything not picked up gets thrown away.

And anyone out there who knows me at all, knows this to be true.

So.

Enough is enough.

Toys for CHristmas and birthdays and special, SPECIAL occasions.

This new simplified philosphy is part of my “schedule” revamp and it suits us all just fine.

Now, off to the gym.

I’m on a roll, I tell you.

(P.S. This is NOT an after thought, but I just wanted to tell you Wayne is on some new morphine … a long lasting, a liquid for break-through, and also an anti-anxiety pill. The combo made him sleep through the night. This is a HUGE victory.)