Life is like walking blind into a room where Boop has been playing. Every other step can be painful, and you really don't know what anything is until you've broken it--unless it's Legos or Qixels. You just hope to goodness that no one is watching.
So, I've grown weary of pleading, yelling, threatening to get rid of her toys, and taking away TV to get Boop to clean up her messes. I do not love how she cajoles me into "helping" her and then goes and starts playing with another toy. Putting her favorite toys in a garbage bag and keeping them, only to let the Easter bunny return them a few weeks later, had very little effect. Now, I'm going in with surgical precision. I'm removing the toys that I'm tired of, that she's not interest in until I tell her that we should let them go. I quietly took about 4 puzzles this morning, and of course, she didn't notice. Is it mean to feel self-satisfied?
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