I have to make this short because it’s Sunday night, and this house is NOT ready for the week.
I intended to do a Toy Purge this weekend in preparation for the next four months (three birthdays plus Christmas). But while I got started on the part where I empty the toy box and toy bins, I didn’t get started on the part where I sorted through the junk.
I am donating to Play It Forward (or like-minded group), as well as several Twitter moms I know. I have a bag of clothes for one mom’s little boy; a bin of diapers and bibs for another little boy; a 4T girls’ snowsuit; and a bin of baby toys for yet a fourth mom and little girl. It feels so good to give things to people I know!
I had invited my mother-in-law over for dinner because I knew she was tired of running around taking care of my father-in-law. He’s been under the weather, and finally got himself to a doctor, where he was diagnosed with pneumonia. We were just doing rotisserie chicken and potatoes anyway (beans for the vegetarians), plus salad. She came over about 30 minutes before dinner was ready.
She sat in my kitchen, and her head kept twitching toward the living room where everything — and I mean *everything* was spread out to be sorted. Finally, she started bringing bins into the kitchen to sort.
“Mom,” I scolded. “You don’t need to do that.”
“I know,” she said. “But it’s a sit down job. I just couldn’t sit here and look at it.”
I think she just could’ve changed seats. But I am grateful that she doesn’t hesitate to lend a helping hand whenever she can.