Let the bloodletting begin!

It finally happened. I had enough...I couldn't take the chaos any longer. I felt like it was the stuff, or me. I knew I wasn't going anywhere, so it had to be the stuff. We had consistently warned the darlings about their stuff and it's lack of tidiness. We have tried working together, but that ended up with moving crap toys from the give-a-way box to "this is my most specialist favorite animal". Pointing out that it was a beanie baby from McDonald's made no difference.

So, this past weekend, we stashed the kids at Nana's and purged. We filled a whole pick-up truck's bed with bags of clothes and toys to drop off at the donation site. This picture here is just one trip to the truck. It was frightening.

The darlings walked back to their rooms, and Darling Man and I waited in the kitchen. Wait for it....wait for it....."AAAAAGGGGGHHHH!!!!!" Yes, they realized things were different. The worst of all was that we had moved the bed. Second Darling has a "thing" for the bed. It has to be perfectly made and God-forbid if someone sits on it and creases the cover. Yet, I digress....

Just so you don't think we're totally practical heartless, we did leave some toys, stuffed and otherwise, for the kids to enjoy. We just didn't need two tons of stuffed joy. This happened Saturday, and daily so far there have been questions like, "where is yellow marker with the blackend tip and no lid?" Hmmm, let me see.......