I’ve seen this meme floating around for a few days with the Andy Rooney quote, “One of the most glorious messes in the world is the mess created in the living room on Christmas day.” It’s very touching, unless you’re four days out from Christmas wondering why so many rooms of your house look like a looted toy store! Shockingly, I don’t blame the children. The unconfirmed flu my fiancé and I endured before, during, and just after Christmas was obviously not planned. The divorce that led to multiple household and extended family gifting was also not something that the kids chose (although they often tout an increase in holiday celebrations as a divorce perk). Either way, the mess is feeling less and less glorious by the minute.
Confession: I should’ve prepped by purging. I meant to do it. While binging on The Crown after bedtime, I even devised a plan in my head. The execution of said plan just never came. Why is purging so damn difficult?? I don’t mean parting with the stuff, I mean physically moving it from my house so some other location where it will be used. Some mompreneur needs to start a toy purging pickup business! Better yet- someone needs to create a Once Upon a Child type store that will actually come and get your shit! Give me $20 for the hundreds of dollars worth of toys and clothes my children no longer need and you come and get them? Yes, please!!
Alas, to my knowledge, no such company currently exists. So here I am, the new year looming, while I am brutally aware that I’m surrounded by chaos. The plus side to all of this madness is that the children are thoroughly amused in the last days of Christmas break, so there is a surprising lack of sibling altercations. Besides, I should probably wait until they aren’t here to bag up all of the stuff that they don’t play with but will decide they “can’t live without” the moment I try to get rid of it. I’m going to take a glass half full [of red blend] mentality on this one, and just be happy that we all had a very merry Christmas!