Luckily we have our regular stuff ready to go out, and a handful of plain boxes that can accompany them. I’ll need to get on top of the rest of the cardboard before next Tuesday. No matter. I don’t have it piled up five feet high in the kitchen counter this time around, so it won’t bother me as much that I didn’t get to all of it immediately. There were bigger fish to fry, such as it is. So I can push back my major cleaning to another day.
Not only do I need to detach the recyclables from the trash. I also need to break down those bulky clam shell plastic toy packages into little bits so that I can fit more of the regular family trash in the bag, and not just air with a few bits of unrecyclable plastic. If that makes any sense. No matter what we always seem to produce garbage. Not something we’re terribly proud of at this point. It seems to conjure itself out of thin air. Milk bags, wrappers, and what not.
I believe today is Tuesday. Hard to tell just off of the top of my head. I had a wicked head ache develope around 2:00pm yesterday, and then I slept a bunch, and still went to bed just after ten pm, so I know I was tired, and a little out of it temporarily. This is a weird time of year when nothing makes much sense, and the days feel very similar, and I feel a bit off with nothing much I can do about it. I’m not going to take down our decorations until New Year’s Day, so for now we get to enjoy the lights and tree a little while longer. It’s going to cut open my arms anyway (the faux tree that is) so I’m ok with leaving it up for a few more days. Perhaps I will wander around the house aimlessly. Moving wistfully from room to room, just starring out the windows. Watch the snow drifting on the wind. Listen to the breeze against the glass. In truth I’m scouting out the mess in each room before I conduct a major garbage purge once the family goes back to school. Broken toys, wrappers, boxes, miscellaneous scraps of whatever they have accumulated since September. Hidden caches of laundry under the beds, and that sort of thing. Then it will all get secreted out of the house in garbage bags, ready for collection in January. Other gear can be sent to the cottage to live out the rest of its life there. That way we need to cart fewer and fewer items back and forth each time we visit. Then we can just hop in the car and whip off to the cottage without having to pack four separate bags of toys/games/puzzles/dolls for every occasion. The mezzanine at the cottage is the new collection point for older, and less used toys. Beats throwing them away. And the infrequent use makes them last longer, and more of a novelty item when we actually spend any time there. A win/win situation for all involved. Less in the dump, more longevity for things we have purchased, and the other younger cousins can get some use out of it all too.
I think we need to sort out our toys more so than purge them. I think that would go a very long way in tidying things up around our tiny bungalow. Space is at a premium, so we need to find a better way to store our things. I’d love to not have every doll migrate into the family room, if we can help it. I do need to have a real thorough cleaning of the art station & cubby. I think much of the pens & markers are dried out, and can get tossed. Old scribbled on colouring books can be recycled, and old artwork can be put out on the curb too. I hate to be ruthless about such things, but we don’t have room to store every single scrap of paper the kids doodle on. Ideally alot of this toy/doll horde would go into the basement. But I have major cleaning to do down there too. Change tables, and larger infant toys got dumped there. I need to either take it all to the dump or find someplace that would accept much of it as a donation. Then I can transition the kids to moving much of their mess down stairs. No matter. It won’t get done today, nor this week as far as I know. Stay safe out there. Ciao Bella!
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