After sleeping 15 hours in her room at the Ritz, my friend Megan who is on a mini-break from her four children in California for a few days met up with me at the National Gallery of Art. We had such a great weekend catching up. She knows my kids pretty well from the blog, so it was probably no surprise when over chit chat about Fluffer’s Minecraft world The Fluff exorted me to, “Tell Megan about your addiction to World of Warcraft.”
Fortunately, I had already covered that the previous night at dinner, which I think we can all agree makes the whole thing infinitely less embarrassing.
Megan has an amazing toy system that I am seriously considering implementing in my new house. She keeps a toy library. All the bins of toys are organized and kept in a closet with a combination lock that the children do not know. Toys and games are checked out one at a time (unless there’s a specific plan and petition to construct something with Legos and Lincoln Logs, for example) and must be returned before new toys can be checked out.
You see the brilliance here? Toys stay sorted. Sets keep their accessories. Cleaning up is the only way to get new toys. Only four sets of toys can be out at any given time. Megan says the kids actually play with the toys they check out rather than dumping the bins together in a pile and moving on like my kids do.
Her children hate this arrangement. Hate it.
I’m pretty okay with that. There are many hateful things in life that actually bring us health and happiness. And besides, I hate constantly sorting out the toys at the end of the day, so hatred is inevitable when it comes to toys. It’s got to be worth trying in the new house. I’m not implementing any new regimes in this lame duck rental. I barely clean it anymore. I’m so out of here.