How This Mom Finally Got Her Kids’ Toy Clutter Under Control
By using an unconventional organizing system, her kids were happier and her house was cleaner.
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When my oldest son was born, my husband and I had grand ideas about what was and was not going to happen when it came to his toys. We weren’t going to have a bunch of plastic toys. We weren’t going to have a bunch of noisy toys. We weren’t going to go broke buying batteries. And we weren’t going to end up with a bunch of toy clutter everywhere. Nope. Not us. We had it all figured out.mu
We stuck to it, too. From the start, we were particular about what toys we brought into the house. We mostly bought wooden toys, puzzles, books, and open-ended toys. We didn’t buy anything with batteries. We skipped anything that flashed or beeped or played the same song over and over again.
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Our families, however, didn’t stick to the plan. Relatives went on a mission to buy every big, plastic, noisy, battery-powered toy they could find. There were talking toys, singing racetracks, battery powered turtles that scooted across the floor, a dinosaur ball-bouncer. If it made noise, chances are someone would give it to us. After a while, we started to cave a little, too, and soon the floodgates opened. We started with a tablet—convincing ourselves it would be educational—and soon there were huge pirate ships from cartoons, light sabers, and remote control trucks. Eventually, we were completely overrun.
By the time our second son was born, the playroom was filled with wall-to-wall toys, and their bedroom was covered up as well. Not only that, but the rest of the house was constantly in a state of chaos, with pieces and parts of toys sets strewn across the floor, blocks from four different block sets in three different rooms, and puzzle pieces stuck in sofa cushions and under mattresses.
And, wouldn’t you know it, my kids were always bored. “Mommy, mommy, mommy, what can I do?” “There’s nothing to play with!” “Can I just play a video game?”
After stepping on an army guy for the third time in one day, I’d had enough. It was time. No more procrastinating on the toy clutter. No more waiting for my boys to finally learn how to clean up toys to my standards. No more bare feet being ambushed by concealed army guys and Legos. The toys were going away. All of them.