As I stumble through a sea of toys on my way to the sink to brush my teeth, I am reminded of the days of ‘I will never’. I remember thinking to myself, “When I have kids, toys will stay in the kids room, playroom, outside, anywhere but in the master bedroom.” The master bedroom is a sanctuary for the parents; a place to escape the demanding life of a parent, a place to rekindle romance and relaxation. Any toys in the bedroom are just a reminder and an instant buzzkill. Hello reality. Nice to meet you.
I find myself saying this a lot lately.
I am now aware that having toys strategically placed around the house means mommy can get dressed, take a shower, put on makeup, all in a semi peaceful manner. Thank you toys, for reminding me again how much I have to learn!
Ps. Toys, Please don’t go off when nobody is around; it’s scary, awkward and just plain weird. Surely this has happened to everyone at an inopportune moment, right?
I think your toys are possessed. Ours have never done that. But then, the cat does stare at invisible floating things around the ceiling and then run from the room, so maybe our toys are just not as appealing as yours, or our ghosts are less playful.
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