That beast Christmas is lurking around the corner and while it may feel like you’re already drowning in toys, the truth is you’re going to get more. They might be big, they might be small but one thing’s for sure – you’ll need somewhere to put them all.
We recently had this (majorly first world) problem when Henry turned three. A big party equalled a big pile of presents which meant his jam-packed room started looking a bit “Hoarders”.
It was early December, officially the start of summer, but that didn’t stop this organisation freak from going into full-blown spring cleaning mode. December is a brilliant time for a toy clear-out, just before the Christmas onslaught.
I got to work, upending his toys into a ridiculous mountain in his room and then sorting them into four piles: Keeping, Donating, Giving to Annie and Chucking.
Chucking – mostly toys collected from McDonald’s, they were binned with the guilty realisation that I clearly go to McDonald’s too much, despite being one of those smug mums who claims to go “only as a treat”.
Giving to Annie – anything no longer “age appropriate” for a three-year-old, stuffed into little sister’s toy basket with the guilty realisation that I was simply creating another problem, two doors down.
Donating – piled up in the garage, guilt-free, to be dropped at our local library’s Christmas collection for needy families.
Keeping – shoved into every nook and cranny in Henry’s bedroom because, just like all spring cleaning efforts, I lost interest and moved on to much more exciting Christmas crafting projects… with the guilty realisation that I’m never going to win Housewife of the Year.