Christmas Rush

So another Christmas has come and gone and what do we have to show for it? Well I have a living room that looks like a Toys R Us blew up in it and have seemingly lost possession of the one room in the house that was mine.

I knew it was a matter of time before the Mud Puddle took over my library/sewing room/sanctuary but it is still sad to see it go. Currently, there is a drum set, two dismantled race tracks and a host of other miscellaneous toys strewn about my room. And the couch from said room is still in the living room having not found its way back to its rightful home.

It always amazes me the path of clutter that Christmas leaves in its wake and even more amazing is how quickly and without notice all of the toys, clothes, books and general STUFF gets sucked into the vortex of existing items.

What really has me shocked (and frankly has me a bit miffed) is the fact that the Mud Puddle has chosen a ratty, nappy bought-two-years-ago-at-a-yard-sale stuffed animal as his ‘favorite’ toy of the moment.
Now first off the thing is huge. It is wider than he is and only slightly shorter. Secondly, it cost a quarter. At a yard sale. When he was TWO.

What about the hundreds of dollars worth of toys he just got for Christmas? He had so many presents we kept some wrapped for him to open later. But no! He wants his big stuffed Peekachoo thing. UGH. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. He did show an unhealthy bit of excitement when he opened a box (“OOO A BOX!”) before seeing what was in it.

And I can SAY that I will remember this next year and not spend as much time, money or worry about his presents but we all know THAT is a lie. He was genuinely happy with his toys from everyone and what Santa brought him. So I know I will have forgotten all about the yard sale stuffed animal by next year. Or maybe I should review the blog and get indignant all over again. Nah, that wouldn’t be keeping in the holiday spirit!