Girl, I sure used to. I used to think of all of the toys that had taken over my house and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I would look around the play room, the living room, my kids’ rooms, the master bedroom, even the kitchen and bathrooms because the toys were EVERYWHERE. Where did they all come from? Were they coming alive at night and inviting their friends in who decided to stay and clutter my home forever? They. Were. Everywhere.
But wait, you would think my then 3-year-old would have been the most easily entertained child on the planet with the number of toys in our home, but why was she bored all the time? Why did she just want to watch more tv? Why was she literally walking around the living room, stepping on toys she so desperately wanted, while saying “mommy there’s nothing to play with! I’m BORED!”. WHAT?!
Can you relate?
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