Things in our home are not as they should be, and I will breathe a sigh of relief when toys can one day be put where they belong. The thing is, mostly I don’t mind taking a shower with the entire population of Noah’s ark Little People. It’s just that sometimes I’d like to, well, have a private shower, and not have cheetahs, zebras and peacocks as onlookers.
And maybe it would be nice to not find sippy cups behind the toilet, blocks under the pillows, and Little People (yes, there are more, and they’re slowly taking over our apartment) in every nook and cranny you can imagine. Do you want to know something a little ironic? I was worried at one point that Joshua would not have enough toys. That he would be a deprived little soul when we couldn’t buy him this thing or that. And now I’m drowning in toys, just barely able to hold my head above them long enough to catch a breath before I dive back down and join in building more Lego airplanes.
The hard part of the whole situation is how horribly anal-retentive I am about extra clutter. Not to fool you into thinking that I have an impeccably clean home. Or that I, for instance, vacuum the floors or clean the bathtubs quite as often as I should. But there is something about cleaning out drawers and closets (and now toy boxes), that is innately satisfying for me. I like to get rid of things.
It gets even better. Tim hates to get rid of things more than anything in the world. It signifies change, and he is very, very resistant to that. He still has his ratty old baseball cap from high school, every single book he ever bought for college (yes, six large boxes full of them), and Miami Vice style clothes that don’t even fit.
Because of the abundance we find ourselves in, I’m having a hard time organizing us. I am a “get-rid-of” person. My husband is a "keep-everything-from-our-entire-lives" person; we're clashing. I won't go into the details, but it isn't always pretty or fun. We mostly find resolution, and we're mostly learning how to deal with it. I guess I'll spend the next however many years with some extra things around, and maybe Tim will learn to part with one or two of his extra knick-knacks or t-shirts. And we'll continue to drown in toys.
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