By [http://ezinearticles.com/?expert=Kimberly_M_Jones]Kimberly M Jones
Do you ever fantasize about throwing all of your children's toys away? Okay, maybe not all of them, but a considerable portion? I do: In fact, almost every day! I think it's because my children love to get out all of their toys, but hate to put them away.
So yes, I do eliminate toys when my children aren't around, which has resulted in some strange childhood behaviors. For instance, if my kids can't find something, they immediately assume I threw it away. Instead of looking for the misplaced item, they begin digging through the garbage cans. Occasionally, when I am tucking them in for the night, they beg me to not throw any of their toys away while they sleep. I have also noticed them hoarding things. It makes me feel kind of bad, but who can keep every Happy Meal toy, and how many stuffed animals does a kid really need? Plus, I don't even throw them away. I take them to Goodwill!*
Which is how I finally discovered the why behind my son's desire to be a garbage man. He said, "I will find the coolest toys!"
* Technically, I do throw the Happy Meal toys away because I know that no mother would purposely purchase one from the second hand store---unless, of course, she is crazy or it is some kind of collectible.
More Random Ramblings:
Do you ever let your kids do something that you know you will regret later just so you can accomplish something desirable now? I do it all the time, however, I'm wondering if there is an alternative to this see-sawing madness? I mean, why should we as mothers have to pay so royally for a little serenity or alone time? I'm just throwing this article out there in hopes that one of you have chanced upon a better alternative... and let's keep it legal because it's not devilishly difficult to think of criminal solutions.
My friend lent me her book, "The Help", and I am trying to sneak a few pages here and there throughout the day, knowing full well that not much reading will occur once my husband returns from work. Sometimes I just feel remarkably rude and uncommonly cold when I greedily place my nose in a book just after we've put the children to bed. So I'm trying to nibble at this book piece meal during business hours so that I'm not tempted to devour it in the evening. But let's face it, it's terribly difficult to pick at something so delicious and gratifying when what I really want to do is secret myself away and voraciously consume it.
So I sat myself in our loft and read away while all sorts of obnoxious noises occurred. I heard screams, laughs, whispers, and silence (the latter two far more unnerving than the former). When I had indulged as long as I dared, I descended to find a complete disaster. Was it worth it? I don't know. Surely it seemed so while I was reading, but now that I am faced with sorting through the rubble and heap of unwanted toys, I'm not so sure. At least my husband and I will have something do together upon his return. Just kidding! As if I could leave any evidence of my afternoon of negligence.
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