Our home has been taken over my tiny humans and toys. Seriously though, we have toys everywhere. So much so that I have asked the grandparents to stop buying toys. Rather, if they want to gift our children with anything, they can do clothes, diapers, or other experiential gifts like summer camps, vacation spending money, and more. While this request has certainly helped cut down on the number of incoming toys, I am still fighting the battle with the toys we have.
I try to be organized, but I feel like my organizing is just lacking. Or maybe I just need to do a major toy clean out? In looking for an answer, I found a blog post on tips for a stress-free toy purge. After reading the blog, I am convinced it is time for a toy overhaul. Wish me luck and send me any other good tips you have!
Does any other working parent out there relate to me on how one can pack so many things into the hours of 5-8 pm? Without a doubt, 5-8 pm is the most chaotic time during my weekday. When I get home from work each day around 5 pm, toys are thrown all over the living room, and my kids are typically running around like animals. Once we get them settled down, my husband and I typically divide and conquer dinner since we typically cook three different meals, including one for us, one for my daughter, and one for my dairy-allergic son.
Following dinner, playing continues for the little guy, and reading or writing practices ensue for my Kindergarten girl. If it is bath night, we try to do baths for them at the same time to speed up the process followed by lotion, jammies, and combing my daughter’s hair, which compares to Rapunzel, because, you know, that’s her favorite princess. By the time we get my son in bed by 7 pm, I am exhausted by it all but still have to pack lunches for both, lay out school clothes, and spend more quality time with my daughter. What gets me through this crazy time? As much as I hate to admit it, I enjoy sitting for a few minutes and scrolling through Instagram to watch the stories. In fact, my toddler now enjoys watching Instagram stories with me. That’s probably a mom fail, but it brings me a moment of peace in an otherwise wild atmosphere.