A little bit about my day....

I just spent the whole afternoon cleaning....or maybe trashing things is a better way to put it! Yes, I've reached the point of no longer caring what goes as long as many things do go. It happened earlier today as I looked around my girls' bedroom and realized there had to be a better way to keep a bedroom clean. Other than the same old routine of -

"Time to clean up your room please."

30 minutes later
(Insert cheerleader mom here) "Let's get going girls! We can do it if we try, V-I-C-T-O-R-Y!"

15 minutes later
(Insert big purple dinosaur )"Clean up, clean up everybody everywhere. Clean up clean up everybody do your share!"

5 minutes later
(Insert getting grumpy mom) "Ok, seriously girls no more playing any games until your bedroom is cleaned up. And now we also have the living room and kitchen table to add to our list of cleaning up."

2 minutes after that
(Insert suprisingly close to insanity mom) "Now, now, NOW! Get going! To the bedroom! No one is leaving this room until it is spic and span!"

"And I mean it!"

30 seconds after that
(Insert calm, apathetic mom) "Oh well, I guess I'll just have to throw things away. I don't care. Anything you really want you better pick up now 'cuz the garabage bag is coming out!"

At this point the girls are in a frenzied state of cleaning and close to panicking......(By the way I do know that I don't win stellar mom of the year award!! But the cleaning does get done:)

Anyway, there have been one too many days like this in our home lately and I got fed up today. So I did go through a lot of toys and weeded out whatever I felt like needed going. There was no rhyme or reason to my insanity.

The grocery basket that came with a trillion food items....gone. Or at least the food no one wants to play with. You know, like eggplant. Seriously what 3 year old even knows what that is?

The little pony with "beautiful blowing in the wind" hair we got from McDonalds....won't be brushing that hair again.

The fake money that was supposed to be a learning experience...trashed with no remorse.

The list goes on but I'll spare you the details. Let's just say I was feeling pretty good with my robotic, anti-emotional dumping of treasured items.

Until about an hour ago when the doorbell rang. And my grandma and grandpa showed up. Not empty handed. Oh, no. We are now the proud owners of 23 strands of colorful, loooong beaded necklaces that came straight from Louisianna.

Thank you Mardi Gras.