I came to realise the other day that the last seven years of my life have been pretty much totally given aside to children. That’s either to having a child or trying to have a child or being screamed at or cried at by a child. In all that time I could probably count the amount of time I have truly had to myself in hours on my fingers, by that I mean time where I have even been thinking about some child related matter. Therein probably lies madness.
However, its also pretty normal as far as I can see. Recently in order to try to provide ourselves with some sort of balanced lifestyle; AKA a room without toys we decided to convert our garage into a playroom. For the first week things went very well and I was starting to think it might actually be possible to get to grips with the plastic by putting it all in one room. Then Ned started crawling and moving his toys about, the other kids preferred having a sofa to sit on whilst they *throw* their toys about and everything slipped. I now have two rooms full of toys. There is no escape.
We are considering drastic steps, a house move might help. I really feel like things need to change, it would be lovely to have a simpler life and be at least a little bit released from the burden of our huge mortgage. I also envisage myself simply sweeping 3/4 of our stuff into the bin, I think this would help on many levels.
When I look in the mirror I see a frumpy woman nearing forty, bags under her eyes from lack of sleep and with patience that at any moment might just simply run out. Treading on that piece of Lego might just be the final straw. How did it come to this? I’m sure its a phase and things will get easier all around but at the moment its a challenge surviving on very little sleep and maintaining a cheery disposition, a clean, safe home and well fed happy children. Which reminds me; why do schools actually have all these ‘additional days’ you know- bring a teddy to school, dress up as XYZ, bring a tin of spaghetti, your favourite book, £1, wear something *insert impossible to find coloured item*. Is this to challenge parents even more, are teachers actually all quite mean? The fear of forgetting these days sends me into cold sweat and is just another thing to keep me awake worrying.
Anyway, back to the multitude of toys, plastic and child behaviour. I know our house is completely normal, but is there a solution? Do children really need this many toys? I don’t remember having that many toys or watching that much television when I was a child. They simply didn’t exist. I had to read books, play games and run about the garden. I suspect this might be better for children. So, do I throw/give away the vast majority of our toys? Is this a mean thing to do? I think it would benefit me. Would it benefit them? Thoughts please!