Monday, May 4, 2009
The tape is bought...
The black marker is making us all high...
Its packing season in the _______ household.
Some days Shad, God love him, drives me nuts. He has a philosophy that the whole world will collapse and we will never get moved if we don't start packing and sorting a month before the assigned date.
I've done what good wives the world-over, who want to save stuff but don't want to fight it out with the hubby, do best - I've ignored him.
I'm all for being organized but we moved less than eight months ago. Half of our stuff isn't even out of boxes yet. Its not going to take a month!
Better yet...even though we just went through this process nine months ago, he thinks we need to sort and toss...AGAIN!
Most specifically what is driving him nuts is the boxes upon boxes of kids stuff...namely, 'the toys'.
Shad's a minimalist by nature and I suppose that's a good thing, but I like to keep mementos - things to remind me of when the kids were small. You know, like baby bibs with food stains on them and half chewed pacifiers...that kind of thing. Its not that I'm a pack rat, really. I just want to keep a little bit of stuff around to hand back off to my kids someday.
Besides who knows how much that Tickle Me Elmo will be worth someday. It could pay for my kids education!!!
Shad thinks it should be tossed.
So I've done what good wives the world-over, who want to save stuff but don't want to fight it out with the hubby, do best - I've ignored him.
I finally got tired of the nagging - which by the way, who said wives have the corner market on nagging - and went out to the garage where he was dragging all of the stuff that was still in boxes into the garage so it could be sorted.
Toys were the order of the day. All the toys the kids have collected since the beginning of time. Toys we haven't seen in eight years, since Shad graduated from vet school and we packed up Alek and moved to Iowa.
Man, there were a lot of toys, so here's where I sheepishly admit that I probably should have done this years ago if for no other reason than to save on the price of up sizing the U-Haul so we could haul all of this stuff around from state to state.
Seriously...there were seven BIG boxes of toys. And that doesn't even count the toys the kids actually play with that are in their rooms!
Boxes upon boxes of dump trucks and Lego blocks and old dolls with ratty hair. More boxes upon boxes of wooden blocks, Rescue Heroes and lost pieces of some Noah's Ark puzzle.
I whittled it down to two.
I think I did pretty good...and Shad admitted surprise at the voraciousness of my purging.
Most of the toys were the happy meal toy variety. Who knew we ate out so much? I suppose with four kids it adds up pretty quick, but I think I need to do more of this to keep these things to a minimum.
Others were old broken toys that should have been tossed a long time ago...still others were the huge toys that we should never have bought in the first place. Whoever invented those inflatable tents with the plastic balls needs to be taken out and strung up by their toys. And whoever bought them for our children (ahem, Shad) had better darn well never do it again.
So we sorted and we tossed and we boxed and we set aside for eBay...
And we argued. Augh...why does it always come down to the arguing?
Do we keep the big, plastic, Little Tikes workbench or the Pop-O-Matic push toy? What about the See-n-Say Farmer Edition or the Fisher Price Baby Playzone Stand Up Ball Zone.
We just couldn't agree.
Finally I said it.
'Shad, I want to keep this stuff around so we have something for our grand kids when they come over to play.'
He stopped dead in his tracks, turned, looked at me for a second before shaking his head and walking away with a big grin on his face.
Grand kids...I'm thinking about grand kids. I must be getting old.