No, no, no. Not in the sense of Oh, I have had ENOUGH of this crap!
But more along the line of toys.
The toys have taken over our home. Seriously.
I feel like Santa's elves have invaded our home as a storage unit for all of his workshop's creations. Our house was just. that. bad.
But did you pick up on that?
That three lettered word was?
That's because tonite I had enough. Enough of muttering enough swear words each and every time one of the toys magically made their way under a foot.
Enough of one mess after another after another being created.
Enough of a certain almost three year old not wanting to assist me to pick up the disastrous messes.
I went and hunted down the biggest trash bag that we had. And when Isabella saw the said trash bag her eyes grew to the size of saucers.
It's like girlfriend just knew that mommy meant business.
I started in the playroom. Toy after toy after toy got chucked into the bag. Despite pleas from Bella to not put this toy or that toy in the bag. I moved onto the living room after that. And then? The girls' bedroom--closet, toy box, more bins.
I honestly emptied, sorted and dumped through so many of the bins that I felt like the DEA searching for a stash of well hidden drugs.
Toys were thrown into that bag left and right. Baby toys that Madelyn no longer needs. Toys that God knows where they came from. Toys that were played with once before tossed aside into the plethora of toy storage bins.
Don't make me count the number of toys that actually got thrown away--as in out to the trash can to be picked up by our trash man. That collection of loveliness included, but was not limited to chewed on toys, toys that most of the parts or pieces were missing, random Happy Meal toys.
I sure hope Isabella learned somewhat of a valuable lesson today.
Because I honestly don't want to have to do Operation Toy Riddance for two evenings in a row...that cuts into this mommy's wine time...