Don't adjust your screens ladies and gentlemen (mostly ladies), you read that correctly. I am getting rid of our toys. WITH MY KIDS' BLESSING!
Last year's big toy closet organization scheme helped. But the playroom is still a major source of heartache and tears and shouting in our home. We had a family meeting and the kids agreed that it would be a good experiment to get rid of the toys and see how we like life without them.
When my now big kids were all little, they were supposed to keep their toys cleaned up, but mostly I did it. We lived in a much smaller house, we had fewer people, and fewer toys. But now? I no longer have the time or the inclination to clean up the kids' toys and keep them organized. I have nine people to feed, and four people to educate, and thousands of people to regale with stories about horse baby food ('of' not 'for,' unfortunately). And books about confession don't write themselves, people.
And where we used to have one or two bins of toys, we now have . . . twelve. And that's AFTER the big Lent clean out last year AND a small Advent purge.
The big kids resent having to clean up messes they didn't make, and the new little kids aren't any better at cleaning up after themselves than the old little kids were. Something's got to give.