The girls have a playroom. This is a good thing,
The playroom is complete and utter mayhem. I understand that toddlers and preschoolers aren’t going to be good at putting things away. I don’t mind that there are toys about. What bothers me is the pointless and gratuitous toysplosion that happens in the playroom.
There are bins. There are shelves. There are places for books,
The result is puzzles with half their pieces missing. Games rendered unplayable. Mr. Unreserved says, “We can still play that game – all the pieces are in here somewhere.” Yes, that’s what I want to do with my spare time. Scour along the walls and under the furniture for enough tiny cherries to play Hi Ho Cherry O. Assuming the spinner is ever found. I wouldn’t be irritated if the mess was from playing with things, but it’s mess for mess’s sake.
I am 100% certain that this is nothing new and I am not alone. I’m just not sure what to do about it. The girls need to be taught that this isn’t acceptable. (You can quit snickering now, Mom.) Part of me thinks that the trashed toys are punishment in their own right, but I know the girls don’t care. There’s such a bounty that if they can’t find enough body parts to build Mr. Potato head, they’ll just go back to coloring themselves purple with markers.
Hm. . .