Our house is over flowing with toys. Loud toys, bright toys, spinning toys, flashy toys. You get it. Lots of toys. For an anti-clutter freak, it’s taken some getting used to, but I’ve managed to give in to Hurricane Anna, and now I just walk over the toys or kick them out of my way without thinking a second thought. Perhaps this is how a hoarder starts?
The problem I’ve been having with Anna’s toys is that some of them are activated by simply touching them, some of them are activated when the cat farts on them, some of them are activated when there’s a full moon. Some of them activate when it’s dark in my house, Joe is at work, Anna is asleep, and everything is silent.
Picture it, my bed, last night. I’m lying there typing on my laptop, minding my own business, when all of a sudden, I hear a scratchy, demonic sounding voice in the living room. “Natalie, I’m coming for you. You can’t run. You can’t hide.”
Granted, this isn’t what was said, but when you’re tired and not expecting ANY voices to blare out in your house, you imagine all sorts of awful communication.
I halfway expect that meowing kid from The Grudge to come into my room and crawl on the ceiling. MEOWWWWWWWWWWW!
I freeze in panic because this is what I do when faced with fear. I break out into a cold sweat because this is what brave people do. I listen a little longer and fully expect to see a vision so terrifying that I would need years of therapy just to be able to speak again.
Then it stops.
I grasp reality for a second and realize, wait, could it possibly be a toy? Not some demonic force in my house?
Thankfully, it was a toy. A toy that is 5 steps away from being landfill. I have to gauge my child’s love for this toy before I make a decision whether to throw it out ‘cause I do put her first, you know?
Good vs. Evil.
By the way, a little funny side story that has absolutely nothing to do with the topic of this post, but I wanted to write it down incase I ever forget. My child has started using random items around the house as deodorant. She must watch Joe get ready, so now everything that takes on the shape of a a bar of deodorant gets rolled on her underarm. Last night’s choice – a Rice Krispy treat.
Another side note. I just turned around and Anna is wearing a pair of my clean underwear around her neck like a necklace. This child never ceases to entertain me.
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