I have begun my quarterly cleaning of the boys' room

[janradder]

Yes, it is an occasion to cry.  I do it whenever their toys have become so mixed up and dismantled that it is next to impossible for it all to fit where it once did.  Each time, I am amazed at how much plastic crap they've accumulated -- little tiny pieces of plastic crap that come from lord knows where that have no home except the boxes and bins in Arie and Eiden's room.  As I clean and sort, sneezing on the dust and pet hair collected in the months since the last cleaning, I surreptitiously toss the crap that I know they no longer play with (but which would be met with obscene protest were they to realize I am discarding that which they otherwise wouldn't notice) and try to box away stuff that they no longer play with but which some other, younger kid might enjoy.  Every time I start this project I think to myself, "what the hell did I start this for?" and I feel like it will never be completed.  Looking at the work ahead, I think it's going  to be a two or three day project this time.

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[janradder.livejournal.com]

I get most of my work done at night, after their in bed. That way I don't hear, "Are you throwing that broken plastic whatever in the trash? I've ignored it for the past eight months and have no idea what it is, but I really want to play with it." Followed by the requisite, "Nooooooo!" and tears.